Yoo 378 - Harold: The College Years

I feel very passionately about this post, so do not discount that. And Harold reminds me every time I see his pleasantly plump, newly-stuffed body sitting on my living room floor that he has not seen much of the blog limelight in a while. Or been on many adventures, for that matter.

But oh how that needs to change! He's a new fish!

Remember how he was forced into a semi-retirement when his tail started falling off and leaving Hansel and Gretel trails all about my house? You probably don't remember that because it never got mentioned. But now you know! And it was the saddest thing!

And also perhaps you are wondering who Harold is? You must be new around here.

Harold in 5 sentences:

1) Girl at summer youth camp had a stuffed fish.
2) I loved it.
3) Years later in college I saw a similar stuffed fish at DI (like Goodwill).
4) I loved it.
5) Two dollars later and Harold was mine.

That's all there is to Harold. Oh, and all of this.

Harold sunbathing at the Grameez house. (shhhh...don't tell him he shouldn't be under the shade tree...he tries but i don't want him ruining his perfectly white fish belly).

Harold and I studying. Unfortunately that clock was reading am....

Harold and I and Steffer. Did I ever mention that she is the reason I have pierced ears? True story. (harold's ears aren't pierced).

Harold definitely made the Canyoneering class trip packing list. Along with just about everything else that I owned, apparently...

He also found his way into my carry-on luggage to Hawaii.

If you've never sent a stuffed fish thru the security scanners then you have not lived.

Harold's lived. All been-there-done-that-like.

Harold gained many friends in college too. Some were nice.

Others were not-so-nice.

And here we see that stuffed-fish abuse is a real thing.

Here too.

But not here. Though he looks ragged and all but fileted, he isn't dead. He's getting a bath, duh!

There were always complaints about Harold's hygiene. But really, he's a fish. What can you expect?? There would be complaints about your hygiene too if you only got bathed once a year. But he did get bathed once a year. The trusty Nicole roommate would pull out all his old stuffing and wash him. And then I would count my pennies and beg for a trip to Wal-Mart to buy a couple new bags of stuffing. And then Nicole would plump him back up and sew him shut.

And that was that. For another year.

Harold went on every college adventure with me. I speculate he went on some of his own as well. At least one week, in the police report, I read the following:

Complaint of subjects throwing stuffed-fish at moving cars.

I mean, what is the point of that if not to speculate that Harold was some kind of night bandit? Or maybe we could speculate on the state of my college town considering that that was the top story in the police report?

Either way, that's a brief synopsis of Harold's college years. Don't you worry though, he's still around! More to follow...

Have a great day :-)