Hello Kitty Rulz!

Right now, I'm reading a very fun book called Buddha Baby, an Avon chick-lit by Kim Wong Keltner (the sequel to the equally fun The Dim Sum of All Things). Now, my family is Irish rather than Chinese, as this heroine's is, but our families are equally infuriating and intractable (you know who you are, so we won't go into that here). Another thing we have in common is an inexplicable, overpowering obsession with all things Hello Kitty. There. Now you know my secret. One of them, anyway.

In this book, I came across a particularly apropos quote. "Alas, Hello Kitty was like kryptonite. Who knew that pink, plastic crap could be so intoxicating? But, oh, it sure was." One of my most cherished Christmas gifts last year was a toaster that, in addition to having a giant hot pink Hello Kitty face on the side, imprints that face on the toast. The glory of it! (One tip--you have to use white bread and turn the level up pretty high. You can't see Hello Kitty's face on lightly toasted wheat bread, which is what I usually eat. Of course, it renders the toast inedible, but who cares when you can see Hello Kitty???). I also have a Hello Kitty alarm clock/nightlight, trash can, throw blanket, stuffed animals, and underwear. Right now, my object of lust is a Hello Kitty bicycle, available only from the Sanrio website.

I never was Hello Kitty for Halloween, but I was once a cowgirl, on the first Halloween I actually have vague memories of, so I'll attach that pic here for fun and laughs. See you tomorrow (I swear, my days as blog slacker are over! For now)