Good Night

I am convinced that somewhere near here there is a dedicated group of women who call themselves the Fed Up Females Federation of America. And I am sure that it is that group which is responsible for the doll by the name of Mr. Wonderful. Mr. Wonderful is sitting right here on my lap in my big, manly, comfortable black leather poppa chair in my living room right now. He's about 5 inches tall, and he weighs around 6 ounces. He has wavy brown hair, and a big happy-wappy smile. He looks a little like my dentist when he says, "This will just feel like a little pinch," as he hides a foot long needle behind his back preparatory to digging a root canal into my quivering gum. When you push a button Mr. Wonderful says things like "Here, you take the remote. As long as I'm with you I don't care what we watch." And, "Why don't you relax and let me make dinner tonight." My buddy Randy's wife Bernadette, got Mr. Wonderful from a friend of hers…probably the president of The Fed Up Females Federation of America. Bernade