While taking down the Christmas tree yesterday, my husband pulled out the shoe box containing my New Kids on the Block Action Figures and shoved it in my face.
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?
B: You can pose them however you like…
B: …and you can put your Donnie Wahlberg calendar in front…
A: . . . . . .
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.
|It really is a teeny-weeny concert on my desk.|
|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…*