Last night my husband and I took our youngest son to the pool for an hour and then out for frozen custard. My older two boys had "ditched" their little brother when playing with a group of children earlier in the day. We believe in making the punishment fit the crime, so my husband, "baby" and I ditched them!After our brief stint at the pool, while we were enjoying our frozen treats on the patio of the frozen custard restaurant, a little girl came to a stop a few feet in front of us. She looked up at us and then turned to her family who was sitting nearby.
"Mom! Is that Barbie?" she called out to her mother.My dear husband, without missing a beat, gleefully answered back. "No, but they both turned 50 this year!"
I don't know if it was the fact I was wearing a bathing suit with a sheer cover-up, the large neon-pink bag or the over-sized sunglasses (the ones that celebrities & old-ladies seem to favor). This was the first time I've ever been mistaken for a celebrity of such proportions. I was secretly overjoyed. There are far worse icons to be identified with.
I guess I must be channeling my inner Barbie. I suddenly feel the need for a beach house!
4 comments:
That's fantastic! I had no idea that you were built like Barbie. I hope you bought that kid an extra dessert.
When you get your beach house, we need to have a Barbie Blogger Party!
You've got it going on! I'd like to have her house and her car.
That is so funny. Gotta love your hubby. I think that if you are mistaken for Barbie than that is pretty cool. After all, I collected lots of Barbies over the years and secretly wished I looked like her.
So my question is...does hubby look like Ken? LOL
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