So, hubby returned from his weekend at Comic Con totally blissful, geeked out, and with a few new action figures in tow. Next time, I totally want to go with him. He even returned with a giftie for me. He tried for the Deathly Hallows tote bag, and for an Ugly Doll for baby girl, but both were sold out. No biggie. He brought me the C-4 Hamster. "What?' you may ask. Yes, indeed, I am now the proud owner of a small, plastic hamster, who carries an expression like he's just had enough and a load of C-4 on his back. He sits on my desk as a warning to those who may want to hassle the preggo. He may not be the most politically correct toy, but I love him. He makes me giggle uncontrollably.
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