Fast forward a few years. Bratz don't sell as well. But that's okay. Because I am not sure these would sell well
The clothes? I have no idea. The feet? Unless I step on one in the middle of the night on my way to pee....I don't see them. This is what is left of her Bratz (and I think there are some Barbie's mixed in) collection. Well part of it. Obviously the tub is too small for all of them. This is how I found the poor things this morning.
There are more in there but I didn't want to seem like a Bratzophile. This is what hundreds of dollars gives you-- glorified naked bath toys! I swear they all had clothes at one point. Oh I have proof.....she just got a new Barbie for Christmas....and I took a pic to prove they came to the house clothed....
and here she is today:
And what does that have to do with anyone using my bathroom? Simple. I am a slacker. Those poor dolls are from last night. And they are still in my tub. And I took pictures and then what?? I left them there.
Yup....I'm a slacker.



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