My most humble and sincere apologies (is that over doing it?) for not sharing my new friend with you sooner. I thought I had, but after several requests yesterday, I must blame it on chemo brain. Shortly after my diagnosis, my good friend Debbie sent this doll to me when I voiced that I had some anger issues regarding this diagnosis. On the back of the doll, the tag reads:
Whenever things don’t go so well,
and you want to hit the wall and yell,
here’s a little dammit doll,
that you can’t do without.
Just grasp it firmly by the legs
and find a place to slam it.
And as you whack the stuffing out
yell “Dammit! Dammit! Dammit!”
I find myself playing with the silly thing and it always makes me smile. Too bad I’m not mad anymore!
Does it have a name? I suppose not, one may have difficulty beating up something that has a name. What a great idea!