Tuesday, October 04, 2005
Bye, bye love.
Big Dolly is gone. Finally. I was getting tired of seeing her lying naked in my son's bed, with her bare boobies sticking up in the air, and her blonde curls all over his sheets. It took quite a bit of work to get rid of her. First, her arms fell off. (Remember, she was really, really cheap). Then Boy Terror stood on her torso, and her chest cracked under the pressure. Her shoulder seams snapped, and things started getting ugly. I tried keeping clothes on her, but without arms, the dresses just got stuck in her shoulder cracks. We all agreed it was time for her to hit the road. Girl Terror was remarkably calm about tossing her Dolly into the trash. Since the the blonde Amazon would not fit into the can, I stood her next to the trash to be taken out at the next opportunity. For two days, I tripped over a naked blonde every time I walked by the garbage. Finally, Hubby ripped her legs off, and we tossed the parts into the trash can. It was a bit disconcerting to open the can to put in supper remains, and have a blue-eyed life size doll torso looking up at me. When she was finally kicked to the curb, I breathed a sigh of relief. Then Boy Terror wandered into the living room carrying an arm. Turns out he's pretty attached to Dolly's arms. He doesn't want me to throw them out. I plan to hide them at the bottom of the garbage while he is asleep, but in the meantime, I keep finding an arm in the blocks, or under the bed, or worst of all, stuck standing up between the couch cushions. This morning he brought an arm to me so I could kiss the fingers. Not friggin' likely. As soon as he turns his bizarre attention elsewhere, I am rounding up all plastic body parts, and hiding them in the garbage. I can only imagine the future sessions with his therapist...
Posted by Mrs. Falkenberg at 9:14 AM