I don’t really have much to write about this, as I am still speechless. I got some good gifts for the holidays, sure. I got a boss custom coffee mug with a finked-out Frankenstein on it from my Secret Santa. That was pretty dope. I also got a stroller/carseat combo, what’s hood now?

But. The Gift. The Gift of the Year. Of the Willenium. My very own Muppet. Of myself. My dear sweet Thang and I were talking about the Muppet workshop at FAO a few months ago, and then I up and forgot all about it. She, however, did not. When I opened this guy up on Christmas I was…totally blown away. Completely. Like, I almost forgot to put a fake mustache on him and have somebody take a picture of us smiling together. That’s how crazy this gift is.

And then, the only thing I could think past that first moment: I wonder if the mini Keep Watch fitted will, um, fit him. So yeah. There it is, up there, for you. A muppetized version of this particular mopster. A muppster. Throw in the fact that my house is currently chock full of miniature versions of shirts that all our friends think I would wear and so naturally so will my baby, and we’re motherfucking Fraggle Rockin’ up in here. Up in here? Up in here.

A perfect end to a hugely long year. Woo.

- Hateball