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    Saturday, October 29, 2005


    Dios Mio!

    Wondering why there's been so many Dora repeats lately? Turns out, she's been to busy to work, what with the midnight feedings and all. Look at what I found in the new Fisher-Price catalog. I almost choked on my coffee. Apparently, Dora has gotten herself in to a bit of "trouble." The description says that Dora is "the older sister," but I think we all know better. Haven't we all discussed how her mother needs to keep better tabs on her? How walking around unsupervised in the countryside, talking to a monkey can't be good for any child? And Mapa---ugh, don't get me started---Mapa can get Dora to Blueberry mountain, but not the freakin' birth control clinic?!?!?!

    Oh and P.S.--- Dora, stop putting both of those kids in a front carrier at the same time. You'll be sorry once you've shelled out $300 for chiropactor co-pays. Trust me. Been there, done that.

    posted by The June Cleaver Diaries at 9:34 AM

    9 Comments:

    Blogger Pinterest Failures said...

    Great--Guess what Gramma is getting Ella fro Christmas? You got it--this very same "Big Whora Dora."

    5:36 PM  
    Blogger M&Co. said...

    I knew that child would end up in trouble!

    9:46 AM  
    Blogger Susan said...

    I blame that Diego . . .

    12:50 PM  
    Blogger The June Cleaver Diaries said...

    Oooh! I never even THOUGHT of Diego! He'd better have some way to support her.

    Haufrau--- or a Hora Dora for Hannukah. Get it? Get it?

    1:46 PM  
    Blogger Aginoth said...

    Diego...dirty little bugger...can't wait to see the future episode "Diego avoids Child support"

    Where are we going... "to child protection services"

    6:02 AM  
    Blogger The June Cleaver Diaries said...

    To CPS! To CPS! Hooray!!!

    Today I saw a 'video' for Dora's Dance Party, in which she's jammin' like a drunken fool to "We Are Family." That has to be where it happened. I'm sure Diego was there.

    7:24 AM  
    Blogger c said...

    We have that doll. Or, rather, we have *those* dolls.

    I hate them. She sings. That's all I have to say.

    8:32 AM  
    Blogger Susan said...

    Dammit, can't all of you be LESS FUNNY? I just spat coffee all over my last clean pair of sweatpants.

    And better Diego than, say, Tico. Or Benny. Yes?

    (Jesus, it took me THREE tries to type the word verification in correctly. And it's not even happy hour yet.)

    3:57 PM  
    Blogger Pinterest Failures said...

    Now I know why Ella kept singing "We are Family" over and over and OVER again in Target. All the biddies thought it was adorable, but I was scratching my head wondering how she could know that song when she has never been to a wedding...

    7:44 PM  

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