A New Addition To My Room O'Funk

This past October, I hit a milestone birthday - forty. It was a great birthday filled with cupcakes, the gun range, and time spent with those I love the most. A few weeks after my birthday, I had lunch with a friend and she causally tossed a gift bag in my direction. "Happy belated birthday," she said.

Peeking inside the bag, I could tell it was something wonderful. Wonderfulness radiated from the gift bag and I could feel it in my bones. I was not disappointed when I pulled out a life-size Wonder Woman costume.

That's right. A grown up Wonder Woman costume.

In my size.

(And she's beautiful.)

Immediately upon arriving home, I tried on the costume and it fit. I looked rather smashing. Well, for the most part the costume fit and I looked sorta smashing. To be honest, it was a tad short and my biscuits were on the edge of being on display, but other than that it fit. A pair of yoga pants under the costume solved the biscuits on display problem and now I have a snazzy new outfit.

(Sometimes I wear it around the house, fighting crime and saving all of humanity.)

(And by that I mean killing dust bunnies and wiping up globs of toothpaste from the bathroom sink.)

The best part about turning forty is that the gifts keep on comin'. On Sunday my family and I met Tata at the new frozen yogurt place by her house. She arrived full of optimism over a nearby fro yo place and a cheerily wrapped box. I, of course, zeroed in on the cheerily wrapped box.

Fortunately, it was for me.

(Yay!)

I could feel it in my bones again, that feeling of immense wonderfulness. My fingertips positively tingled with excitement.

Oh yes. Wonderfulness was about to enter my world once again. I was not disappointed because this gift was superb. See if you can guess what it is.

Those eyes.

That crown.

Those kicky boots.

Need another clue as to the identity of this most amazing gift? Her Lasso of Truth.

That's right! 100 (worthless) points if you figured out that T gave me a Wonder Woman Barbie for my birthday.

Oh hons, she's fabulous. I played with her most of yesterday afternoon. Sure, some people would argue that she's a collector's item and should never, ever, under any circumstances be allowed out of her packaging, but I say pfft. She's a toy and meant to fight crime with me.

Besides, she came with a plastic display stand, which everyone knows is God's way of saying "Jen, take her out of the box and rub her static-y hair with a dryer sheet. Then polish her bracelets, make sure her Lasso of Truth is securely fastened to her booty shorts and go. Go fight imaginary crime with her."

And really, doesn't she look lovely in my Room O'Funk next to my stoplight lens, Sparky, Darth Vader bobble head, and red Swingline stapler from Office Space? Yeah, I think so, too.

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