tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32960611.post3678863558639019658..comments2023-04-05T04:52:00.618-06:00Comments on Ramblings: playing doctor with a Jewish BarbieBrandonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14948271982352217211noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32960611.post-13486505177887796272010-12-07T16:28:17.188-07:002010-12-07T16:28:17.188-07:00I gotta say...I admit to playing with my sister...I gotta say...I admit to playing with my sister's Barbies as a kid. She hated them. Mom would always catch me prancing the dolls around and my sister, completely disinterested, playing with other toys. When asked for an explanation I told her I was "playing butler". What does that even mean?Geoffwahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06304620601677558576noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32960611.post-46306662622307703432010-12-07T12:12:26.121-07:002010-12-07T12:12:26.121-07:00BIG YAY for the second date! Keeping my fingers cr...BIG YAY for the second date! Keeping my fingers crossed for you, Brandon! Take it slow, don't rush...just have fun with it. I'm serious about that. I think, and I realize my opinions are trite, that part of letting go of cherished-and-viscous memories is learning the joys of new fun again...the proverbial sled ride down the snowy hillside. Go for it!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com