However, there once was a girl who loved xmas and that girl happened to be ME! The only reason I know this is because I found the proof in a photo. I'm pretty sure this was the year I received my "Baby Alive" doll, except the 'food' (I'm not exactly sure what the f#ck that was...) got all moldy down in her little tummy and mom and dad had to throw her away a few weeks later and I only knew her to have gone "missing". No wonder I have issues.
Interesting FACTOID straight from Wikipedia about little Baby Alive (and when I say interesting, I mean WTF?!):
"it could be fed food packets mixed with water, and came with a bottle, diapers and feeding spoon. The spoon would be inserted into its mouth, and a lever on its back pushed to have it chew the food. The food would move through her and end up in her diaper; this version did not speak, so you had to check the diaper a few moments after feeding. It also produced droppings and threw up regularly."
Does this sound like something you'd want your child to play with? I mean seriously. This is just mental illness waiting to happen.
Since this is THROW BACK THURSDAY (and here I thought this meant throw one back, as in a shot of Stolis - which I still might do later), I thought I'd share this adorable picture of cute little moi from December 1972. Now, everyone look at it and say, "awwww" because this girl now, in 2013, doesn't get this excited for xmas no mo.
"Yay for xmas and Baby Alive - who will grow mold in her stomach and have to 'go missing'! Thanks Mom! Thanks Dad!"
clap, clap, clap.
