August 31, 2011


When I tell people I have an imaginary friend named Stobby the first thing they ask is "How do you spell that?"

"Um...I'm not sure. Let me ask."

Stobby showed up when I was three years old, around the same time we put the cat down, and stayed with me until I got some friends with better stamina. 40 years on and Stobby still pops by to give me advice, fix my hair and eat that extra piece of cake she knows I can't because I'm on a diet.

She's very opinionated. She's very observant. She should write a book.

Welcome to the Voice of Stobby.