Okay! So my husband is Ken, and I am Barb. That doesn't automatically mean we want to be called Barbie and Ken. However, here in the States whenever introducing ourselves, people were constantly giving a (usually delayed) chuckle as their minds made that association. We finally gave in and began to say, "We're Barb & Ken. You know...like the dolls...NOT!" We would sometimes add, " Now you won't be able to forget us...even if you want to!" Well, I never even owned one of those dolls until recently when a youth group from Virginia Beach was here visiting and decided these dolls would be a clever gift for us! Had to take a photo of them before donating them to Santa's Clearing House. Some young lady this Christmas will no doubt appreciate them more than I was able to do!
Your story made me smile! I had lots of Barbies and a couple of Kens! What a fun gift from the visiting youth group... I think these dolls might need parkas for the Alaska adventure! I am sure that these dolls will delight some little girl!
Loved your story! Believe it or not, there are two women (twins) in my town who look and dress exactly like Barbie would if she were about 65. Long blonde hair and everything in pink. Cute but kind of weird.
Love the story, but I can understand your ire... I am Mrs. Robinson and I used to forever hear - Here's to you Mrs. Robinson, la, la. la... I taught most of my kids friends to just call me by my first name.
December 3rd, 2013
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