I apologize for the excess of exclamation points. Yesterday I picked Franklin up at the airport. I was a bit early (okay, I'm a bit excited, can you tell?) but as I came up to the gate, my heart skipped a beat when I saw this woman from the back:
I figured only Dolores would wear hot pink velour sweatpants that read "Boopalicious" across the ass, but, sadly, I was mistaken. Thankfully the Homeland Security folks were very understanding when I tried to explain that I was not a big weirdo accosting the charming Japanese tourist -- I was a big weirdo who thought that she was goosing her friend's slutty talking sheep.
As soon as they let me out of the holding cell, I found darling Franklin. Franklin was then treated to a typical suburban day: lunch at the diner, as you saw yesterday, a cello concert by Elvis, introductory lessons in Wii (he's very good at target practice and won a bronze medal his first time playing), a quick stop at the elementary school to see the "art show"
Fuzzeh Bunnehs courtesy of Miss Thing.
dinner at Chili's, and of course, constant inter-sibling bickering.
Having known Franklin a while, I already knew how fun he is to be around; yet it still amazes me at what a smart, funny, altogether charming man he is and how lucky I am to know him.
So if any of you are within driving distance of Kennett Square, Pennsylvania (which is a scenic and historical town close to Longwood Gardens), please stop by tomorrow between 9 a.m. and 5 p.m. at the lovely Wool Gathering and get your photo taken by Franklin for the 1,000 Knitters Project. Details about the shoot and Wool Gathering are here. Me, I am all too eager to sniff around what looks to be a beautiful yarn shop that says right on its website that its specialty is "natural fiber yarns". . . and to meet the owner Jacqui, who has the excellent taste and discerning judgment to have made this photo shoot possible. Yay, Jacqui!