I have sad news:
Dinosaur Pete, my trusty and 6-year-old only keychain, had croaked.
Day after day, I would use his retractable head and the light within to entertain and to help me see my keyhole in the dark. For six years, his battery never died, even though I must have activated that light a handful of times every day.
This was him as he was- in his prime. Just chillin, bringing smiles.
And this was after 'the accident.'
I suppose I could mend him, superglue his head back on, but I feel like that would be keeping him a vegetable.
It's the end of an era, the age of Dinosaur Pete.
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
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