So, I wrote THIS story, and Mamalode published it and attached the freakiest Barbie picture ever.
It completely solidified why I never liked playing with dolls. I’ll admit to owning one Barbie as a kid, probably because the neighbor girls across the street had them and I wanted to play with them. One summer day I put my Barbie on a cookie sheet on the front porch in her bikini to get a sun tan. Came back later after playing with dump trucks in the dirt or something more fun and her fingers were all melted. Oops. Barbie fail. I’m just that way.
But I hope you enjoy the story linked above about how exciting my date nights are these days!