I care about a lot of things.
I care about God and whether my actions and words are pleasing to Him.
I care about the salvation of my friends and family.
I care about what on earth I am going to feed these kids in between baseball games tonight because I am in a recipie rut.
I also care that I cannot apparently spell recipie.
There are, unfortunately, somethings that I just cannot and don't care about:
This for example.......
WHAT ON EARTH?
No offense to the American Girl people, I'm sure they are lovely. But really? How much does it cost them to send this to me every month or two?
I HAVE FOUR/FIVE/SIX BOYS.
I am not going to order ANYTHING from you. Your dolls and their dresses and loads of accessories are beautiful, more power to ya! Enjoy what you do, make little girls happy, (make their parents broke because I can see how much you charge for a pair of plastic doll shoes), go ahead! God bless ya!
But please, please stop sending this to me! I don't care what Kit and Pollyanna and Maryanne are wearing this season. I don't even have a clear idea of who they are. That is how entrenched in testosterone I am.
Now, if for some reason you decide to go into the business of stain removal or how to cook 45 pieces of French toast in 20 minutes or less, then sign me up! I'm your gal!
But anything to do with dresses, pink, things that smell good....unfortunately I am not your target market. Just a thought.
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