Do you talk to yourself? I do. I was the kid with imaginary friends. Not just any imaginary friends, but super talkative weirdo imaginary friends who did imaginary sign language with me. My thoughts are pretty conversational to this day. No sign language anymore, but probably mostly because I am using my hands to do other stuff. Haha! I'm kidding. Or am I?
I have been doing so much talking in my head lately that I don't have anything leftover to talk about here. So consider me uninspired. Or just sick of hearing myself talk.
Instead I give you a photo of one of my childhood toys. My Calico Critter bunny with the ear bracelet. Can you believe that ear bracelet has survived all of this time? It is a testament to how much I liked the bunny. I'm not the only one with my old toys still lingering around am I? Did anyone else have Calico Critter animals?
This photo is admittedly mostly for Dera, who blogged about Calico Critters today. Do you read her blog? You should. It's hilarious. My feed reader messed up the other day* and for some reason was showing me her posts from like a year ago and I kid you not, I spent like an hour of my afternoon just reading her old posts and laughing.
Okay, on second thought I cannot limit myself to posting just one photo. They all turned out so gosh darn cute.
In Clark's words, a girl, a boy, and a swimming boy.
He was very happy when I lined them up.
And insisted that "the swimming boy" could "fly around and around like a helicopter". Possibly because of the pink vest. Clark believes anyone with a cape can fly. He frequently pretends to be Darth Vader while "flying" (arms behind him tipped upside down) around our house. Also, why is this shirtless bear wearing a pink vest?
Alice thought the swimming boy was delicious. (Sidenote: Look at her fluffy hair. This is why it usually has a clip in it. I trimmed her bangs. It didn't help.)
I can't wait for her to play with these correctly, in my er..... her perfectly fixed up dollhouse that currently resides in my grandparents attic. It will be her favorite toy, I'm sure, especially after I live out my fantasy of being an interior designer and cover the dollhouse walls in vintage wallpaper and find miniature midcentury furniture and awesome light fixtures and rugs somewhere. She will LOVE IT. And if she doesn't I will make her. Haha! I'm kidding. Or am I?
*It was on my birthday, actually. I had to add this little asterik footnote just to mention my birthday one last time. I have kind of an inflated sense of wonder and importance when it comes to my birthday and I'm okay with that.