toy!
I thought today, although I'm broke, I'd poke around the internet and see how much some people for my plastic two-dollar yardsale dollhouse would cost, but the search terms PlaySkool and Fisher Price turned up nothing resembling this house. Curious, I flipped it over and discovered it was manufactured by Bandai, or possibly something called Sanrio.
Huh, I thought. Shoulda paid attention. Who the hell is Sanrio? Sounds like a religion. Oh wait, that's Sangria. No, that'a a drink, although I guess it could be a religion. It's Santeria I'm thinking of.
Sanrio. Oh hell...o.
Hello Kitty.
I found this picture of it on Flickr. Mine is missing the middle piece of railing on the top left window.
Oh well, I thought, regular people can live in a Hello Kitty house. We just won't tell them. Too bad I don't know where my Kiddles are. I still haven't found any residents though, that I both like and might be able to afford this year.
This is where it begins, my second childhood. Desperately shoe-horned in between the needs of the ancestors and the needs of the descendants, there's gotta be something, something besides facebook.
Well, and dogs.
And the maddening itch on the sole of my left heel.
And, practically the same sensation, an unfinished novel I just can't stand the thought of looking at.
I should have started reading it when I still wanted to. Sigh. Now I'm all into the History Channel and Discovery and TLC and Home and Garden. I know all I ever wanted to, and then some, about shrunken heads and the Black Death and how to make a padded headboard for 9 cents if you happen to have a headboard and padding in your garage, along with a nail gun.
I still didn't know that Sangria isn't a religion though.
'Til next time.