Chou Chou; a Reckoning

From a sad woman who has never known the love of a chou chou.

The one thing that I was absolutely forbidden to do since our dating days was to wash or to throw away his chouchou. Never mind that it’s a fomite and a health hazard. Back then I asked him which he would save should his chouchou and his yet unborn child (which we did not anticipate back then would be so difficult to bring forth) fell into the sea, I never got a straight answer.

 

Which brings us today. We have our twins now, and ah boy is an absolute chou chou lover. Meimei is more discerning.

 

 

However, this happened today.

 

The chouchou lover threw up all over the object of his affection, as we are sometimes wont to do.

 

Texted the chouchou owner, got an approval of sorts to wash it, because ahboy’s throw up seeped into the pillow’s soul.

                                        

If anyone is curious what comes out of an over twenty year old pillow...

                        

The water that came out of it.. Thoroughly fetid.

 

This thing has been on my bed for years.

 

To all chouchou lovers, please consider the health and safety of your partners and perhaps throw the thing into the wash maybe once a year? If not at least once every five years? Just a thought

 

                

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