Ahhhh GS cookies.... when I went in the grocery store on Saturday they were just setting up so they were all squared away by the time I was done. Got 4 boxes and the husband managed to eat a whole box of Tagalongs by Saturday evening, the creep (those are my favorites!) The kids and I hid the two remaining boxes and gave him the low fat lemon drop ones (which are tasty). We aren't taking any chances with the Thin Mints!
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Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
dawn/don, erin/aaron, cot/caught
All your vowels are belong to me. None of the words above sound like each other.
Mmmm. GS cookies. Stupid diet.
dawn/don
Growing up in the early 60's, this was the worst. I must have had a million people say "isn't that a boys name?" Some people even wrote "Don" in my yearbook. A lot of the time I wished my name was something normal like Jennifer.
Yeah, but you had the pretty Dawn dolls. Do you remember them (like Mini-Barbies)?
Meanwhile, I had the Beautiful Cynthia doll, advertised as: Talks more than any doll, ever.
My parents could not resist.
*shaky fist*
Talks more than any doll, ever.
So, you're saying they were wrong? t ducking AND running
Oh and I also had "Dawn: Portrait of a teenage runaway" with Eve Plum
I think I might have been out of the doll phase when the Dawn doll came out. I wasn't allowed to have Barbies so I had to settle for a Midge doll. The upside is that my mom let me play with her china baby doll. I loved that doll and I was ever so careful with it. It had rabbit fur hair and eyes that closed.
Oh good lord is it a name thing? Because my friend Cyn can talk for hours on end (but I loves her very much, just like Cindy).
Meanwhile, I had the Beautiful Cynthia doll, advertised as: Talks more than any doll, ever.
Try "Chatty Cathy." My sister lucked out with the "Chrissy" doll, the one with the hair that grew when you pressed the button in her stomach, and went back into her head when you turned the knob in her back.
I wasn't allowed to have Barbies so I had to settle for a Midge doll.
The little girl I used to babysit for when I was 15 or so had a Midge doll. I still remember her trying to brush the thing's hair and it's head popping of, and her looking up at me with huge blue eyes nearly full of tears and "Oh poor Pidge!"