Twitter. A place of unending entertainment.
Mother of a four year old. Another place of unending entertainment. (And stickers on your face to negate your existence.)
The other night I sent out this tweet.
Within a few minutes I had a few responses.
and then came the request for a picture.
take a minute. soak it up. take it in.
It surely wasn’t what I was expecting when I opened the fridge to get a frosty glass of water.
After I posted the picture the tweets kept coming.
I then remembered why I had a Barbie in my fridge. She is a water Barbie. Her swimsuit changes color in the bathtub. To change her back she has to get cold. the moosh was miffed that she wasn’t changing back to purple quickly enough after her bath so I merely suggested (jokingly) that she could put her in the fridge.
I forgot that the moosh doesn’t joke.
Girl is all business.
By morning Barbie’s hair was frozen.
Have any cold Barbie jokes you’d like to tell?
Now’s your chance.
(And yes, she’s underneath a Bob the Builder sippy cup. Wendy would be pissed.)