You know, I have to confess, looking at doll stuff to buy gets me a little...aroused? High? I'm not sure how to describe it. Maybe euphoric. So when I hear that Smidgehouse is open again, I flip out a little. Then I realize, wow, it's almost Christmas and I cannot afford an unarticulated blonde big headed Barbie much less a piece of irresistible Smidgehouse furniture. I was shaking like a crackhead. I had to have this. But how? I called The Hubs. I described it and he said, "Cool, maybe I'll get it for you on our anniversary." What? That's in February! All her stuff could be sold out and I would have to live a desolate life without the love and comfort of this beautiful sofa. Why couldn't the hubs just tell me to spend the bill money on it? Useless! I tried to think. Do I have secret stashes of money? I usually do somewhere but couldn't think of anything! Then I remember a certain older chap who had some (likely brief) part in creating the fet...
The Care and Feeding of Plastic People