Aftermath of my adventures as a Bratz doll:

(unfortunately you can’t see my totally cute mini-backpack)

Thanks to Faux King Awesome and Ivan’s friend Eric for these.  Also, video thanks to I have no idea who:

Also, here’s the commercial that I really wanted to do, but 20 minutes before I left for the Cinch I realized that I’d left Thrift Town without buying the pampered puppy stuffed animal that was perfect.  And I also had this one planned, but had to cut it because someone was a no-show.

Seriously, these have made me sick: I couldn’t fall asleep on Saturday night because I couldn’t get the goddamned jingles out of my head.

(And, all due respect to Bobby and Angela who held a party called “Tweens & Queens,” when, in fact, they lived in Queens.  Genius.)