Ok, so they say this page is suppose to be about me…hmm I don’t know what to say. I’m ready for my closeup Mr. DeMille. Ah, I’d like to thank the academy. No, wait! How about I put my left foot in, I put my left foot out…
Now I would like to take a moment and talk about Barbie. When I was a wee brat I destroyed my sister’s Barbie…well don’t cha know that dang thing is worth about 2000 smackers right about now! Well I feel that having a Barbie just makes people hold grudges, I mean my sister still hasn’t forgiven me for tearing up her dolly…and it’s been over 40 years ago since that fateful day. R.I.P Barbie. Ta Ta extra cash. And, oh why not…move over butter!
So, there you have it kiddies. Oh and by the way this is a true story I swear it! I mean I’d swear on a stack of Bendable Knee Barbies! Well, my time is up for now…more about me later! Me, Me, Me, it’s all about Meeeeeeeeee!
Dim lights and drop curtain!
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Hmmmm…more like 45 years ago, but who counts?
Little sisters are good to have around…for door stops maybe or coat racks…heavy sigh.
If one is lucky (very lucky) they grow out of the destructive, (my G_d I can’t stand to be around you!)stages and actually grow up to be a human being!
I got semi-lucky…lol.
She sure is good for a laugh, which is a treasure indeed.
Thanks sis!