I did it again. I bought Little Diva another doll. If you know me, you know I have this somewhat strange
fear of dolls.

But this one was (a) on sale and (b) had it’s own little bottle and pacifier and outfit. Call me a sucker, but after 10 years of Hot Wheels, Tonka and Tiny Army Men Who’s Only Purpose Is To Make You Cry When You Step On Them At Night, I can go for a doll or two in my house.

However (you knew that was coming, didn’t you), I now know why this doll was on sale.

It reeks! It smells like someone’s 98 year old grandma spilled her very cheap perfume on it before she stored it in her moth-ball ridden armoire. Lordy, it has a serious case of the funk.

How do you get the funk out of a doll? Especially a hard face (*shudder*) doll? I mean seriously. I cannot have this possessed doll in my home. (Sidenote: Did you ever see the Seinfeld episode where the valet had such bad B.O. that Jerry tried everything to get rid of it and even tried to get the car stolen but nothing worked? Yep. That’s this doll!)

Am I going to have to make it meet with a horrible firey death to get rid of the funk? Argh!

I mean really. I never had this problem with Hot Wheels.

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