The Letter B: Banks, Big Jerks and Barbies.
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The Letter B.
Let's start with BANK. Bank of America sent me an email this evening regarding suspicious activity. I wasn't really phased. I had visited the same gas station, a new one, twice so I assumed they were worried my card had been stolen. Boy, oh boy. An app Weez downloaded went ahead and decided to almost empty my account. Big Jerks. I'll get all of my money back and thankfully I was able to move stuff around so my rent check won'tbounce. I'm so bummed.
OK, on to bigger and better things. Not really bigger. Smaller. Barbies. My sister suggested I write about Barbies given that today's letter is B.
If you played Barbies with me as a kid, you're already shaking your head. I played with Barbies well into my early double digits. I was the kid who stayed inside on beautiful summer days to play Barbies either by myself or with my friends. I loved Barbies. I was given Barbies as presents on almost every holiday and special occasion. I remember coming down the stairs at Christmas and seeing a Barbie with her pretty pink boa sticking out of my stocking. I had dozens of dolls and a ton of clothes. The Barbie clothes in the 70's were awesome.
|Coming home from the store with a couple of these packages was so exciting!|
I had the Barbie Townhouse with the awesome yellow elevator. I had the yellow and orange Barbie Dream House. I had the pink Barbie car. I wasn't allowed to have the Barbie pool because I wasn't allowed to play with water in the "Blue Room," but I did have the Barbie toilet which doubled as a squirt gun if you opened the lid fast enough. I was a Barbie Girl.