I don’t get doll collectors. I get dolls. My hair-plug Thumbelina was my second best friend until I was 8. And I get collectors. My level of commitment with my middle school frog collection was impressive for a couple of weeks. But when you put these two sensible and innocuous things together you inevitably end up […]
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Trouble in Barbie Land
We had a Barbie crisis this week. I’m in the process of cleaning out the basement storage area, the section of our house where the Barbie dream house reigns supreme. It’s no wonder why. That pink party house is where Great Date Ken once spent a week hanging out the upstairs window, puking his guts […]