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Jan
13
2014

One morning, I walked into the bathroom and saw this…

barbie doll suicide

And I immediately thought, “Wow. What the heck is going on there? Oh, this is definitely ending up in one of my blog posts.”

And then later on in the day, I saw this on Twitter…

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Oh snap! My husband just stole my blog material.

He felt horrible. And by horrible, I mean, he didn’t seem to care much at all. He claims, he’s given me plenty of blog material over the years.

I don’t know what he’s talking about. Because I would never poke fun at him for  sleeping with his Emmy award or his safety dance pants or his willingness to trade shirts with strangers.

“Well what am I supposed to blog about now?” I ask.

“How about that rye bread thing?”

“Oh you mean, the fact that we buy a rye bread each week, you eat the four slices in the middle, then throw the rest in the freezer because it’s no longer fresh. And now we have 14 bags of half eaten rye bread in our freezer. Yeah, maybe I’ll mention it.”

And then I gave a fierce warning…

“Rick – if Barbie dolls ever commit suicide again in our bathroom or anywhere else in the house – do not tweet about it. Or post it on Facebook. Or Instagram. Or write it on a poster board. Or even a post-it note.”

He seemed to take me seriously but it was hard to tell because he was focused on eating a fresh rye bread turkey sandwich.

“So what are you going to blog about?” he finally asked.

“I don’t know. I’ll think of something. Maybe a post about how you stole my blog post. That might work.”


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