B: What are you going to do with these guys?
A: I don't know. All the shelf space in the house is taken by books or robots. *shoots Brian a pouty face*
B: *looking scared for the future of his Transformers shelf* We'll come up with something.
Thirty minutes later, he comes to me, a smile from ear to ear.
B: I know what we can do with your New Kids dolls.
A: Action figures.
B: Right. Action figures.
A: Ok, I'm all ears.
B: What if we take them out of their boxes...
A: GASP! But they're in MINT CONDITION!
B: Hear me out, woman!
A: *Clutches her proverbial pearls*
B: What if we take them out of their boxes and put them in one of the cubby holes on the desk?
A: <still not convinced> But...
B: You can pose them however you like...
A: <closer to convinced by still not quite there> But...
B: ...and you can put your Donnie Wahlberg calendar in front...
A: <delight washes over her as she remembers awesome desk calendar purchased in October>
B: ...and it'll be like your own personal tiny New Kids concert every day!
A: <APPLAUSE> It's genius! I love it!
I held my breath as I broke open the first package. I kept having to tell myself that they were purchased for me to enjoy, not resell. I'm not a collector by trade, even though my instincts were SCREAMING at me to keep their original boxes in tact. But honestly, after I broke the first seal, I was literally giggling with glee.
Brian kindly offered to help me arrange my shelf (as he is a bit of a pro at it.) So I opened the boxes and handed him each New Kid, watching as he posed them just so.
And he was 100% right. I totally LOVE it.
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| It really is a teeny-weeny concert on my desk. |
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| OH yeah. Turn on the iTunes and I'm THERE, yo. |
Now all I need are some tiny little lights to hang inside. And maybe a small New Kids poster to hang behind them.
And a teeny weeny smoke machine.
They make those, right?
*Abby begins eBay search...*
