Actually, it's hubby and he's stranded in Chicago.  But Stranded in Chicago isn't on the Grease soundtrack, so I had to make an adjustment.  Anyway, bad weather made the plane in the first plane of hubby's flight home from the mainland 3 hours late, which made him miss his flight home in Chicago.  So, he's in Chicago when he's supposed to be here.  The joys of travel.  That's why I prefer to just stay home, it's much easier that way.

Talk about Grease.  #4 got her hands on a collector's Barbie doll catalog.  These are the expensive, $200 Barbies.  They've got Grease Barbies, Sandy, Frenchie, Rizzo and Cha Cha, and they actually look like the people.  Most Barbies that they have that are supposed to be a real live person just look creepy - have you seen the Mary-Kate and Ashley dolls?  The stuff nightmares are made of. 

When we were little, my sister and I had a lot of dolls posing as real people.  We had Donnie and Marie, the original Charlies Angels, Starskey & Hutch and Vinnie Barbarino.  I don't know why we didn't have the rest of the Sweathogs, it doesn't seem fair to just have Vinnie.  Actually, I think my dad may still have that whole crew in a box in his basement for the grandkids to play with.  He probably does, next to my Leif Garrett and Andy Gibb record albums.  They save everything over there.  About 5 years ago, he brought over a bag of clothes he found in the garge to see if my girls were interested in them.  They were my clothes from when I was about 10 years old.  Why they were in a bag up in the roof of his garage is anybodies guess, and why only my clothes?  None of my siblings clothes were in the bag.  They were different sizes too, some from 3rd grade while I also recognized the skirt I wore to my cousins wedding when I was in 8th grade.  Very mysterious.  I wonder what other secrets my father's garage holds????