Monday, November 17, 2008
The Nineties were so awesome. Or rather, the Nineties were all that and a bag of chips. Pogs, Tamagotchis, Mighty Morphin' Power Rangers, and the best thing of all? Beanie Babies. Hoot the Owl was my very first, spawning an addiction to everything Ty. What started out as a simple need for cute six-dollar stuffed animals turned into never removing the tags turned into creating a spreadsheet so I could keep a chronological list of when I acquired one, where I acquired one, and who enabled me that week. (What? I was a weird kid.) This one time at a beanie baby party at a Barnes & Noble, I won a prize for my ability to name the ten newest teanie beanie babies from McDonald's in under ten seconds. I KNOW. Young Gretchen is probably flipping out at Present Gretchen for storing the seventy-some-odd toys in a box in her closet. "You were supposed to becme rich off of those things!" she yells. "Ha ha! Silly girl," I tell her. But then I pause and wonder how much my Princess Di Bear will sell for in thirty years.