Tuna-Barbie Melt

Years ago, I got a Barbie for my birthday.

Not just any Barbie...

It was a Peaches and Cream Barbie.

She was just lovely.

Until, that is, David threw her up in a tree and her face melted.

I wasn't too pleased.

Barbies were a rare commodity in our house (save the Michael Jackson Barbie we inherited from our neighbors, which was quickly decapitated, and squeals reigned as we discovered that he had, not a wiggly piece of plastic [if you've decapitated a barbie, you know what I am talking about...I've personally done many], but a squid-like cone thingy, and I don't think that Michael ever got his head back. He was far too awesome without one.), so I was justly mortified when David threw her up into the tree and watched in horror as her pretty face melted away in the sunny So. Cal. heat.

I guess there are worse ways to die.

Well.

Maybe not.

I mean, it took several weeks for her face to disappear, and no amount of shaking the tree made any difference.

I think I may have complained to Mom or Dad, but I think Barbies-Up-Trees problems fell to the bottom of the list of important things-to-stop-my-monster-children-from-doing Mom had.

I don't know if Dad had a list.

If he had one, it would probably look like this:

1. Write something awesome about Lord of the Rings.

2. Publish something awesome I wrote about Lord of the Rings.

3. Play "Rogue."

4. Read Lord of the Rings.

5. Swim in the pool in my barely-there ice cube-blue swim trunks, and scare my children.

6. Dry off, and secretly wish I had a Lord of the Rings towel.

I totally forgot the whole point of this blog.

Oh well.

Something about being picked on...or something.

P.S. I just clicked spell check, and it said "No Misspellings Found." That's like getting an A+++ in Bloggerness!