Revenge of the American Girl

I had to go and make fun of that damn doll. I couldn’t keep my snide comments under seal. Nope. Well, the damn girl had the last laugh, because here I am. It’s a Sunday afternoon. I am in New York City. I have been here for 36 hours and am headed back to Seattle in two. This is my only moment, free of any familial obligation, and here I am.

I am not at the MOMA. I am not even at the Uniqlo store. I am in the effing American Girl store. Getting the effing girl’s ears pierced. And hair done, in the exact same style it is in right now. That’s right. I just paid a grown woman twenty bucks to re-braid a doll’s hair.

I am getting royally fleeced.


Next time I’ll keep my big mouth shut.


Filed under birthdays, children, parenting, Summer, travel

3 responses to “Revenge of the American Girl

  1. This made me laugh!! it is the kind of thing that I would do (out of guilt) and then really regret it! I have similar feelings when I buy Lego sets with a ridiculous amount of bricks and then agree to do it with my son. UGH! 🙂

  2. Anonymous

    why don’t you just say the “F” word. Effing means the same thing!

    • lrgeller

      You know, I actually say “effing” … which is why I use it that way. I have absolutely nothing against profanity. Swear away. Please.

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