Step by Step, Heart to Heart . . .
While posting about the Heart Family yesterday, I went on a google search to find a picture. I turned up nothing. Well, some text. Some baby dolls and grandparents and clothes still in the box. But not the plain old whitebread family. So, I decided to remedy that situation and finally give the internet an image of this not-so-popular 80s toy. I went home, went to my basement and found the Rubbermaid container that holds the childhood toys that I'm saving, dug out the Heart family, and posed them in my backyard for a picture. It's my little contribution to the vast world wide web. I'm so proud!
Now, granted, this is only three-fourths of the Heart Family. They haven't been the same since their little blond-haired cherub, Brooklynn MiKaylah, fraternal twin to their son Jaden Dakota, went missing. You'll also notice, if you look closely at her left hand, that Mrs. Heart is wearing a wedding ring (or at least a piece of gold leaf glued to the outside of her hand). She's respectably married, unlike that slut, Barbie. But her husband does not have a ring. It always annoys me when men don't wear their rings, unless they do the kind of work that could result in a ring getting caught and a finger being torn off. But look at the way this guy's dressed (he's got a tie on, you can't see it). There's no reason why he shouldn't wear a ring. He's probably cheating on her with his secretary, sick of feeling trapped in suburbia, she's been nagging him to trade in the cabriolet for a minivan. Ugh. He looks like that type.
I posed the family under my bleeding heart in the backyard, because I liked the "heart" connection (although the term bleeding heart is most commonly associated with liberals, and I have a feeling that the Heart Family are red-staters all the way). You can't see the bleeding heart in my best Heart Family pic, though, so I'm just posting the bleeding heart pictures separately because I can. I'm proud of this plant. It does so well in my backyard.
And this just goes to prove that even if you're the only kid in fifth grade whose terrarium dies within five days of its creation, you're not destined to botanical failure for the rest of your days.
Now, granted, this is only three-fourths of the Heart Family. They haven't been the same since their little blond-haired cherub, Brooklynn MiKaylah, fraternal twin to their son Jaden Dakota, went missing. You'll also notice, if you look closely at her left hand, that Mrs. Heart is wearing a wedding ring (or at least a piece of gold leaf glued to the outside of her hand). She's respectably married, unlike that slut, Barbie. But her husband does not have a ring. It always annoys me when men don't wear their rings, unless they do the kind of work that could result in a ring getting caught and a finger being torn off. But look at the way this guy's dressed (he's got a tie on, you can't see it). There's no reason why he shouldn't wear a ring. He's probably cheating on her with his secretary, sick of feeling trapped in suburbia, she's been nagging him to trade in the cabriolet for a minivan. Ugh. He looks like that type.
I posed the family under my bleeding heart in the backyard, because I liked the "heart" connection (although the term bleeding heart is most commonly associated with liberals, and I have a feeling that the Heart Family are red-staters all the way). You can't see the bleeding heart in my best Heart Family pic, though, so I'm just posting the bleeding heart pictures separately because I can. I'm proud of this plant. It does so well in my backyard.
And this just goes to prove that even if you're the only kid in fifth grade whose terrarium dies within five days of its creation, you're not destined to botanical failure for the rest of your days.
posted by Melanie at 10:38 PM
