the ridiculous clothes you've been hanging on to. the old electronics. the unnecessary end tables. the sports equipment. the cutlery, dinnerware, pots and pans.
the pink corvette.
barbara millicent roberts, you've got it all. and i just schelped it all upstairs.
yes, the barbie dream mcmansion has been relocated from the basement to the upstairs playroom. this was not my idea, but thing one pleaded. pleeeeeeaded. so while she packed barbie's extensive wardrobe, i lugged up the house (complete with elevator!), the car, the camping van, and the horse and stable. (the carriage and the other horse will remain downstairs; perhaps a parade is in the offing?)
it's like traveling with a miniature paris hilton. and the fashions! i mean, really. barbie is pushing 50 now; she ought to retire the skin-tight pedal pushers and mesh bikini. tramp.
at least i didn't pay for any of this stuff. (thanks, peg!) that's more than poor conrad hilton can say.
1 comment:
You are very funny & thanks so much for the link!
And at least Barbie hasn't received any DUIs in that Corvette. Or at least until Ken slips her a roofie.
Best,
Wendi Aarons
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