Saturday, November 6, 2010


Barbie has got some nerve loafing about on my kitchen island. She seriously acts like she owns the place in those gaudy, pink sun shields... I didn't have the heart to tell her that those are sooo 2008. The shoes weren't bad, in fact Barbie rocked them out, but it's still no excuse for traipsing around on my kitchen counters... we eat there for goodness sakes. 

Don't you sometimes wish that the toys would just stay in the toy chest? Everywhere I turn, there they are.

Today we went to Ruby's in Redmond Town Center for lunch where the kids got these cool vintage, cardboard cars.
Later this evening when it became apparent that Barbie had no intentions of leaving her lounge spot, I decided to take matters in to my own hands.
Guess who fit quite perfectly in the pink Cadillac? I decided it was time for sister honey child to pack-up and move on. As Barbie started the engine, I chortled a few, scrams and hit the bricks sister. I wish I could say that this will be the last I'll see of her, but I have a sneaking suspicion that Blondie will show up again when I least expect it...

...and when she does, I'll be ready. She honestly doesn't realize who she's dealing with. On my counters? The nerve!