I blame strawberry shortcake. the doll, not the cake. she smelled like strawberries- she had a black girl who rolled with her everywhere she went (was her name blueberry? I don’t remember. Anyhoo, I wanted everything Strawberry Shortcake- the dolls, toys, shirts, you name it. I had nothing in common with her- she was white, with freckles and red hair and a great big ‘ol hat (not like now- has anyone noticed how much she’s changed?) She rolled with a bunch of off-beat people who all smelled like fruit and were constantly running from this mean man dressed in black, who also had a bad case of osteoperosis. What was his name? No clue. But since then I have loved to collect things and over the years my addiction has been for everything you could imagine, from ladybug novelties to plus size figurines. Yes they make them.
Anyhoo, where am I going with this? Who knows! But I do know one thing- I danced my notsolittle legs off tonigh at dance class and a mosquito had himself a feast. I should have charged him 9.95 because homeboy will surely be full for a few days.
Oh, I remember now! I am trying to break my addiction to collecting things- so I have added it to my 43things list. Wish me luck!
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