I mentioned a few weeks ago that I found the perfect preschool Barbie house for under $20 at an antique/consignment/mostly junk and a little non-junk kind of mall.  What can I say?  I’ve become a junker in my old age.  Every piece of it folds out of the walls, leaving no small parts that can be detached or lost.  This house did not have so much as a scratch…it was mint.  The girls squealed with delight on Valentines morning, and then Kelly proceeded to rip the front door right off.  That would be her 3rd dollhouse door “issue”.  What IS she, the Incredible Hulk of 2 year olds?

They went about “decorating” it immediately, and when I came down with the camera, I couldn’t help but giggle under my breath.  Good thing they made some attempt to block out the light, because by the look of Cinderella and that chic from High School Musical, the Barbies had a LONG night, if you know what I mean.  They look like a couple of sorority sisters who attended a formal, had so much fun, that they decided to ditch their fraternity dates, go dancing at Papa Lou’s Chug, bought some $1 per slice pizza from the sidewalk vendor outside their apartment at 3 am (maybe his name was Shannon…if I were to MAKE UP a name…and Shannon, if you are reading, sorry about the endless begging for a 3 am discount), and finally passed out from “exhaustion” in their fancy dresses.  Cinderella was able to find her bed AND take off her shoes, but HS Musical girl fell asleep not where the couch IS, but where she thought the couch SHOULD BE.

No judging: the girls came home together, without boys, and their dresses are in good enough shape to loan out to another sister.  All college rules have been obeyed in this picture.

I don’t miss the drinking (now that I can afford decent wine!).  I don’t miss the bad apartments and the nasty bathrooms at The Chug.  But I do miss dancing with my girlfriends while wearing a beautiful dress.  Good times, good times…