So I was talking to Bunny today about some of our earliest childhood memories. And it got me to reminiscing about some of my defining moments from growing up. Allow me to share, for example, the fact that one Christmas, I received the ultimate in little girl toys - The Charlie’s Angels Deluxe Hideout Set. I don’t know if any of you all remember this mecca of a dollhouse, but It. Was. Awesome.
I already had all the Charlie’s Angels dolls - and mind you, this was the ORIGINAL CAST we’re talking about - not lame replacements like Cameron Diaz and Lucy Liu. I had the Farrah Fawcett doll and the Jaclyn Smith doll and the doll of that other girl that no one ever wanted to pretend to be because she was “the ugly one”.
PLUS, when I got the Charlie’s Angels Deluxe Hideout Set, I was already in possession of the 3-story barbie house - the one with the elevator. And I know what you’re thinking - you’re thinking, “that bitch got BOTH?!?” And yes - I did. But if it makes you feel better, let me just tell you what happened to my Charlie’s Angels Deluxe Hideout Set (henceforth to be known as CADHS). Because it’s not a pretty story.
After a few months, after the novelty had worn off and I began to play with other toys (namely - my new Donnie and Marie dolls), the CADHS started to get a little dusty. I ignored this. A few months later, after putting down my latest issue of Tiger Beat magazine and finishing up the latest Hardy Boys novel, I decided I was ready to play with CADHS again. And so I blew the dust away, got my dolls out, and went to open one of the super secret compartments within the CADHS which contained several changes of clothes for said dolls. And you know what I found?
Ants. HUNDREDS OF ANTS. Hundreds of creepy crawly disgusting nasty ants.
I don’t think I need to tell you that for a girly girl of grade school age, this was like the ultimate in terror. I think the entire neighborhood heard my screams. Ultimately, my dad came to the rescue to get rid of the ants, but there was no playing with CADHS ever again. I was scarred.
Ahhh - memories.
Mockerena…thank you for taking me down memory lane…did anyone else have that cool toy…”Jumper Cable in Oil”… I can remember being left alone in the freezing garage, those awesome cables (I think they were blue and red…primary colors…because I was a kid) clipped to my nipples and my body covered in the black, sludgy oil from our Volkswagen hatchback…that game was so electrifying… anyone? You know you loved it like I did…and still do…
Oh. My. God. I LOVED Charlie’s Angels when I was a kid! All of the girls in my neighborhood pretended to be them when we played together ALL the time! How did I NOT know that there was a CADHS??!!?? It sounds totally AWESOME!! I did, however, have the 3 story Barbie House with the elevator AND the camper, too. In my foolish youth, when I thought I was “grown”, I gave away ALL of my Barbie stuff to my cousin. I would LOVE to be able to get all of that stuff out right now and, yes, play with it!!
Holmes, I never played “Jumper Cable”, but I think that explains a lot about you….
BTW, I still HATE ants (worse than roaches, even)….and I’m sorry you were so traumatized, Mockarena.
Girly girls don’t read Hardy Boys, they just don’t. Freak.
You’re wrong. Girly girls LOVE the Hardy Boys, because they were hot.
Jerk.
You know who loves to read the Hardy Boys……………………………Lithuanian accountants
I know…most people don’t know that…you are welcome.