Friday, December 15, 2006
Somedays I feel like a Barbie
And not a cool, Aussie, "throw a shrimp on the barbie" kind of Barbie. And no, not like that Nazi Barbie guy either. More like a two-sisters-have-cute-stuff-they-want-to-see-on-a-doll-but-there-is-no-other-doll-around-so-you-get-stuck-wearing-different-outfits-and-getting-giggled-at kind of Barbie.
Two sisters being a totally hypothetical situation. There definitely wouldn't be a situation where two sisters were together to dress me up in clothes from 1962.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
1 comment:
Mate, if you Papi was home at the time we would have dressed him up too. But we also would have cut that doll's hair :)
Post a Comment