Saturday, September 15, 2007

Life in plastic, it's fantastic!

Our Barbies had a townhouse. It was awesome. It had three floors and fully furnished wall sticker and a string-powered plastic elevator, exquisitely engineered, which Barbie gracefully entered from the top, feet first. Thus was the entirety of my real estate knowledge concerning multistoried, shared-property line homes until about six months ago.

Now I have a townhouse. It, too, is awesome, and also has three floors, and cost approximately eight billion times more than Barbie's, although, unlike her, I'll have to pay for it eventually. There is no elevator, which I think is a fair trade for non-cardboard floors. And my townhouse, although it is not quite so pink, has a toilet, and also more than one wall. So... suck it, Barbie. For once I have more than you do. All this and discernible toes, not to mention fingers that separate.

Oh, and apparently the success of the Notre Dame football program was contingent upon my virginity.

sorry about that at: mbe@drinktothelasses.com

15 comments:

Anonymous said...

Dude...I had that townhouse...except my kitchen had a checkered floor. Good times.

smc said...

Man, if only they had told you! You could have held off getting married until they were having a "rebuilding" year anyway!

Anonymous said...

My first Barbie wasn't even a real Barbie; she was a discount store knock off who had jointed arms and legs. I accidentally broke off half her arm and my Mom wouldn't buy me a new one so my discount store "Barbie" was handicapped. The second Barbie I had was a real one and she was a ballerina Barbie. She came with a big hole on the top of her nose on Christmas morning.
I haven't had real good luck in the Barbie department!

Sara N

Anonymous said...

Was it worth it though, MB?

mep said...

My sister and I also had the Barbie townhouse. I admit though, I always felt ashamed of it when friends who had the Barbie Dreamhouse came over to play.

As for ND, my husband and I have decided that at least it's relaxing to watch the game once you realize there is no chance the Irish can win. We'll be at the MSU game, hoping to see the Irish at least score a touchdown.

Anonymous said...

Oh well, at least you & JTP have scored. Heh.

'Til 2012 said...

The STF is frightened. I Charlie CAN'T do it, I don't know if anyone can. Life without Irish football can barely be called life.

And never mention your sex life in the same sentence as Notre Dame Football again or we can't be friends anymore.

The Blogger Formerly Known as Boblawblogger said...

I'm glad to hear your finger separate and you have discernible toes, I also hope your knees bend more than about 20 degrees and don't make that horrible popping sound.

Oh and if you will be here for MSU, you should have a book sales and signing/tailgate. haha.

Anonymous said...

My favorite Flip, NEGATIVE YARDS RUSHING. Catastrophes of this magnitude must also offer difficult explanations. What else could it be? If I'm at fault, I shall claim blame. This is bigger than the two of us, dear one.

Anonymous said...

wow! I had totally forgotten about Barbie's sweet place, until the picture brought back sweet memories :)

it confuses me though-- is this supposed to be Middle-Class Barbie's pad? It's much too small for her extensive collection of ... everything.

Monica said...

I HATE the Barbie Townhouse! My sister had one of those in our tiny shared bedroom. She had it STUFFED with dolls and their clothes and accessories, and the elevator never worked. It was as if Barbie was running some kind of tenement housing for dolls. I was embarrassed to have my friends over.

Whoah. Bad memories. Sorry about that.

Anonymous said...

You know, now that I think of it, Monica, there are no fire escapes in the Tenement Townhouse. I suppose one would just have to leap off one of the waaaaaaaay-open floors. You have your choice of three sides!

Anonymous said...

Oh, and apparently the success of the Notre Dame football program was contingent upon my virginity.

Maybe this will make sense after I'm married...in other words, it might be awhile, but then again maybe not...

haha

Cbell said...

I loved my Barbie townhouse... until my little brother's GI Joe invaded it and put all his military crap all over the place and I had to let him because he was the baby and I hated him and GI Joe and everything for so many years...

... and I am now apparently still scarred by it! Thanks for the memories!

Anonymous said...

The "Barbie's Country Home" in my basement was built by Santa Claus / my dad. It was almost as tall as me (at about age 6). She had two floors, plus a rooftop deck. Dad was SO proud of it. He told me just a few weeks ago about how he even put studs in the wall in just the right places.

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