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.


As long as they don't decide to cut this doll's hair. Or color the doll with Magic Marker.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

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 :)