Get your mind out of the gutter, perverts! This post is about a bittersweet childood memory brought back to mind after reading today's Peanuts comic strip on Peanuts.com. You see, I too was fixated with a blanket, which I affectionately referred to as my "Fuzzie." It also was washed (or so says my mother anyway), but the difference between my story and Linus's is that my fuzzie NEVER CAME BACK. I distinctly remember searching every square inch of our laundry room, jumping up and down on the spot, trying to see the tops of the washer and dryer wondering: "where, WHERE could Fuzzie have GONE?! WHERE?!" Ah, Fuzzie... all blue and white and... fuzzie. I miss you even still.