Last night my sister, who is staying with me for a couple of days while she's in town for a conference, said, "I don't really *get* the Barbies. I mean, I understood the gourds, I got the polymer clay, but what's up with the Barbies? I don't think I understand."
And I said, "That's OK. I do."
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