Well, it took about 30-45 minutes to get BratzBasher to leave so I could post in peace. Scratch that. She’s still talking to me. Okay, now she’s gone. Sigh. I’m getting kid overload. I need school to start. Luckily, my prayers will be answered tomorrow. By 8:00 am, my little bur will be attached to a truck headed for the nearest junior high. Attached on the inside. I don’t mean I’m going to tie her to the hood like a felled deer. That reminds me of a funny story told by champion storyteller Bill Lepp. He was driving around town during hunting season with his buddy, both wearing costume deer heads while a mannequin dressed as a hunter was strapped to the hood of their truck. Very funny story. I laughed my butt off.
Why do people say they laugh their “butt” off? Don’t any other body parts fall off due to excessive laughter? I think it would be more accurate to say they fell on their butt, laughing. Unless they were wearing a hubba hiney (like the one Shirley got in that one episode of Laverne and Shirley) and it detached as a result of the fall.
Okay, I think it’s time to actually got to what I meant to post in the first place, before my kid got on my nerves. Bless her little pea pickin’ heart. (My mother used to say that a lot.)
Weird things about Barbie dolls (besides their unnatural proportions):
- Their feet are stuck in high heel position — with the exception of gymnast and ballerina barbies.
- They’ve got convex armpits. Seriously. They’re like tumors. Barbie’s carting around a grapefruit under each arm.
- They can’t nod. Their heads only go side to side. At least, that’s how it was in my day. As BratzBasher pointed out, “Barbie can only say ‘no’.”
I guess that’s all that’s bugging me for now. It’s time for dinner. Tomorrow (or, rather, when I next post) I will tell you all about Tangled. Here’s a hint: It was really good.