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April 01, 2008

Angelina

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I remember when you told me that the only way GI Joe could win the war was for him to come in shootin' and screaming from behind the wheel of a Tonka truck.

That bacon wrapped around a baseball glove, tucked into a wonder bread bag and left on the roof for three days would guarantee a soft catch for the season.

That bullies had a weak spot and as disgusting as it was, all you had to do was grab it, twist and hang on.

That girls also had a weak patch, that it was a bit higher and could turn on you if one weren’t careful.

But what I remember most, was sitting on the curb under the glow of a summer street lamp, lighting Styrofoam cups on fire with wooden diamond matches and spelling out Jenny and Mark or was it Danny and Angie: Love hissing in droplets of flame before being called in for dinner. Yes what I remember most was the surprised look on your face when I began telling you about doll heads, wonderful, wonderful doll heads.

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Gotta love those doll heads!

Where do all the doll bodies go?

Thanks Stephanie. Yeah, I agree. Have a house full of them. My granddaughter loves coming over just for the dollheads alone. Nothing like taking her to the grocery store with me with her toting a grapefruit sized doll head in her grasp. Little Wednesday.

Hah! Carol, Maybe someday I will walk around the house and photograph the headless. They are sitting in corners, on sofas,in closets... Maybe that is why I'm still single. Thank you so much for commenting.

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