I don't need anything but you

We watched Clue last night (random side note: did you know that the board game is called Cluedo in Australia?), which got me thinking about Tim Curry and other movies he's been in, and the long and short of it is: we're watching Annie tonight! I am ridiculously excited - I'm already walking around the house humming the songs.

I haven't seen it in years, but it was my absolute FAVORITE growing up. It is the reason my first dog was named Sandy, why I've always wished I had red hair, and why, to this day, I still sometimes say, "She hadda go bafoom."

My sister and I were huge fans and had a bunch of tiny Annie dolls - we definitely had Annie, Daddy Warbucks, Grace, Mrs. Hannigan, Molly and Sandy, and maybe Pepper. They were only about two inches tall, like so:

How bad is it that I'm actually considering buying these? No really, I am. They're all on eBay.

This guy is selling this whole set for $35. If I could see Daddy Warbucks in there, I'd be sold. Oh, by the way: it turns out that "Annie" is a fairly popular name used in adult websites. So be careful if you're googling "Annie toys" and don't have SafeSearch turned on, eh?

Anyway, I used to walk around the house carrying those dolls in my socks. Yes, my socks. I'm not sure why exactly I decided that my socks provided the best form of transportation, but I would very carefully arrange them with their torsos sticking out of the tops of my socks, all facing forward so they could see where they were going, of course. Obviously my love for the one with pretty auburn locks knew no bounds.

Shockingly, Ben has never seen Annie, so clearly he's in for the treat of his life. What could be better than watching your wife sing along to a musical about a physically abused and emotionally traumatized orphan? Nothing, I tell you - nothing!