Jobu

I would like to talk to you about Jobu (Joe-Boo). Jobu is my friend. I've known him for about 6 months now and he's everything a friend should be: loyal, always there for you and willing to listen to whatever is troubling you.

I was introduced to Jobu by my wife, she brought him home from Bourbon Street in New Orleans one day during a trip to visit her sister. Apparently, my wife found him in some random store that I've forgotten the name of, immediately liked him and thought that him and I should be introduced. It was good that she did.

He ended up coming back with us to Kansas City, he never once complained about the idea. I knew he couldn't just sit around my house all day so I took him to work with me and that seemed to be fine until recently. Now, he sits around my house all day, staring at my computer and basically doing nothing. That being said, he's still a good friend and good company, just lazy.

Jobu is an interesting fellow. He has an unusually shaped body that seems to be full of sand, as he can sit comfortably on most any surface. His teeth somewhat bother me, being rounded at the top of each tooth and with gaps in between that are far too large. I should probably get him to the dentist. I bet some braces would do him wonders. I may either need to get him to an eye specialist, or perhaps get him off whatever psychedelic he may be on, as I have never seen with his eyes NOT dilated and yellow. Yes, D

The most bizarre thing about Jobu is his choice of head accessories. I don't know what compels him, but he ALWAYS wears a black makes that fits more like a tube top around his face and a series of brightly colored feathers on the top of his head. Truly odd.

By the way, did I mention Jobu is a little Tiki doll my wife picked up at the store?  Yup, no clue what compelled me to write this blog posting, but whatever. I hope you enjoyed it's silliness. Perhaps Jobu should make an appearance in a book. Certianly seems like something Dixie would have had on her desk...