Evil arrives in the mailbox entirely too often. I've mentioned it before and I'll mention it again -- whoever gave the American Girl Doll people our address needs to locked in a room with whiny army of small girls who have no concept of money. Just for kicks, I'm going to make sure the girls all have kazoos and giant bottles of glitter, by the way.
Oh, and Justin Bieber. He's going in the room, too.
It only seems fair.
Fortunately, The Twitters agrees with me that the American Girl Doll catalog is evil. Even more fortunately, The Twitters usually gets home before we do, so I usually have a fair warning that there is a stupid catalog in the mailbox.
SORRY, ALEXIS. No, you can't get the mail! I have something I have to burn!
Those catalogs make great kindling. I'm just sayin'.
But every once in a while one of those stupid catalogs ends up in the still-chubby little hands of a certain toothless 7-year old. Find me some cheese because once that girl gets her paws on that thing, there is much whine. And need for wine.
"Can I have this?" "How about that?" "And this?" "MOM, I NEED THIS."
That statement curtails into a lovely conversation about needs versus wants, but whatever. By the time we get to that point, I've already lost my mind.
But now. NOW. I TAKE IT ALL BACK.
You guys, American Girl Doll clothing fits the kitten. Really well.
So I'm going to go ahead and order one of everything.
