You know, I've how it so good, how loathsome and not quite my style

My dolly traveler finally showed up after her unintentional trip around the world. I am at the point now where the lady at the post office doesn't even ask for my driver's license anymore when I pick up a package and I'm not sure if that makes me happy or sad.

When I picked this package up off the post office counter, my stomach dropped and I felt a little sick. I could feel the contents shifting inside when I moved the box which meant the doll was loose. Loose! I had that happen before with a box of dolls that only came across town. I'd picked up the box and when I felt the contents rattling around inside, I felt nauseous. They'd been completely loose inside which resulted in a lot of rubs and paint transfers.

This one though, when I got her out of the shipper, looked like this:


Oooooooohhh, it makes me cringe.


She smells slightly of gross room deodorizer and I'll have to give her a good scrub. I didn't pay that much for her or else I'd be pissed.



As a coup de grâce, she was wearing an academybeldam dress.