I am addicted to Legos. This picture is just a small representation of my obsession. I have a couple of kits I haven't completed and bins of sorted legos.
When Jordan was in grade school, I bought her a bunch of the Harry Potter Legos for Christmas and then proceeded to put them together, because she wasn't doing them fast enough. And then--oh the shame--She had to ask to play with them.
For our 28th anniversary this year, my husband got me a Toy Story set. Yeah, skip the jewels for me, I just want little bricks of plastic.
One of my favorite things is to get the mini-fig mystery packs. They're cheap--in Lego terms--and it's always a surprise. Win-Win. If I get a duplicate I pass it off to one of my nephews who share my obsession--yeah, I'm not so sure my sister is that thrilled with me for introducing them to Legos.
So, in series 8, I got a cowgirl. She was really cute--you know as cute as a plastic, square-headed girl can be. And she had blond ponytail. And she reminded me of D'Ann. So, I set her aside, thinking I should send it on to D. But then I have three other wonderful critique partners and blogmates, and I didn't have something to send to them. So, I waited.
I got a computer geek, an olympic swimmer, a santa, but nothing that screamed send this to Liz or Kristi or Shawn. So I waited some more.
And then my nephew brought me a mini-fig he didn't want--a cheerleader. And I knew I had the "one". But I needed three. So, I spent a lot of time feeling out little Lego mini-fig packages and finally came up with two more. So I mailed them all off to my friends.
So, this blog is for them, so they'll understand how those little surprises came about and see what each of them got. And maybe understand how much I love and appreciate them all to part with my prized blockheads.