Oh, yeah, that's why
I foolishly decided to tally up the Excel spreadsheet I have for keeping track of all my eBay activity and other purchases for all things Blythe and I near passed out. Yikes! For one month? And I thought to myself, "And for what? Dolls? How old am I? How soon until this interest wanes?" And then on the way to the other room, I passed some of the girls, whose clothes I had just changed to welcome the new Pow Wow Poncho from Hong Kong, and I remembered. Awwwwwwwwww. So sweet. So overlit. I so need to get a bounce flash.


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2 Comments:
You've got a whole Charlie's Angels of Blythes going on there. A trinity of terror. At night they're gonna come alive and chase you with razors. You know that, right?
They wouldn't have to chase me very far. I can't go two feet without tripping over something. Do you think they're going to make high-pitched yipping sounds while they're doing it?
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