Christine and I were very limited with our Barbie play time.  We couldn’t have Ken or Skipper because Mother Gussie didn’t want to start a new wardrobe.  We also couldn’t have the Dream House.  Instead, our Barbies’ entire existence existed through a suitcase and the Barbie Office.  We played the crap out of that office.

One afternoon, we went to the closet to retrieve Barbie and her office and found the office to be missing.  It just vanished like something out of Lost.  Fast forward about 10 years later, and we found out that Mother Gussie had thrown the office away one night.  Her reasoning?

“There was a bed in that office.  What kind of profession requires a bed in their office?  Only one kind.”

Apparently Mother Gussie was really concerned about us becoming prostitutes.