Ya..this is what I woke to this morning compliments of my daughter...which ironically has been re-named from DQ to Napom (bomb).
Last night Hubby and I went out to dinner with some friends. We never go out so this was a big deal. Why don't we go out often you ask? Well, we never really had anyone I trusted with my kids to babysit. There was also the fear of ~ when the kids are so bad will the babysitter leave them and run like Forest Gump? Then I would have to explain to the parents of this teenager why they disappeared..not fun ~...So we very seldom go out. Last night we did though and I think maybe my kids thought I was gone forever..never to return..therefore had free range to do WHATEVER!
Apparently Napom had this roaming through her head last night. Hopes that mama was never to return. OR......
Last night she and her bff were playing quietly in her room. American Girls were the toy of choice... dressing..undressing..brushing hair..conversations about boys and all that dramatic girl shit. Out of NOWHERE comes the Barbie brigade. The girls freeze with fear saying to each other "omg". The Barbies tell the American Girls that they better "back off: and "find some other room to play in".."this is their territory". The American girls simply said with the shake of their head and a swagger of the hip "make me".
From here it's sketchy, I'm assuming that the American Girls held Napom & bff down while the barbies emptied the closet and then they came together for a short time and locked Napom & bff in the closet. American Girl looks at Barbie and says "BRING IT BITCH"
At this point all hell broke loose. Plastic pieces and silicon boobs flying through the air. Barbies clothes were scattered about and thrown everywhere, American Girl must have a pretty good arm and should consider going out for softball. American Girl accessories were stuffed under the bed and in the doll house. I guess Barbie had had it with those girls and decided to hide all her shit. Ken OF COURSE was sitting pretty in his container not having been disturbed..this had to have been his fault.
It was an all out "Toy Story 4 Attack of the Bitches".
The dolls pulled an all nighter occasionally insulting a build a bear to tears. The dolls in the doll house ran and hid underneath the house in hopes that the tornado wouldn't take their house and all their belongings. Barbie was swinging from the ceiling fan kicking American Girl in the head screaming "you think you're all that you stuck up hore!!!" (They of course awoke to an all out devastation of their surroundings, but the house was spared...thank God for that!)
Webkins took cover under the bed...sharing the space with alllllll the books from the book shelf. Junie B Jones watched in horror as American Girl had Barbie in a head lock yelling "make me you anorexic slut!!!"
As the fight between the bitches continued into the morning hours they began to get tired, they decided to call a temporary truce for now, with of course the understanding that if the other got outta line they were gonna have to get all up their shit again.
Napom and bff were then let out of the closet only to discover that all hell had broken loose and a war was had. O and Mama Frank was home :)
so.....I went to Kohl's with a good friend for some retale therapy and walked out with alllll this :)
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