Yesterday I got up with Joann from Laundry Hurts My Feelings. Joann is a regular reader of my stupid blog. I mean, I have no idea how often she poops. What I'm saying is she reads this blog faithfully, because apparently she has a high tolerance for boredom.
Somehow she and I have become friends in real life, emailing and talking on the phone and so forth, so when she had a reason to come to North Carolina, we were all excited for a chance to meet and make out. We had lunch at the fancy hotel where she was staying, and then her poor husband had to take pictures of us acting the fool in the hotel lobby.
You will probably see more photos on her blog when she covers this fateful meeting, as her husband was using her camera and then every 15 minutes or so we'd say, "Oh! Take one with June's camera, too!"
I know at one point, we were making gang signs in the lobby, and some guy who was just trying to drink a glass of wine and read the paper said, "You'd better be careful. I saw a rival gang down here not long ago."
Everyone's a comedian.
It was about this point that security started nonchalantly strolling past us, so we struck a mature pose, finally:
Anyway. For those of you who are familiar with Joann, meeting her was as fun as you would imagine. She is a big hoot. Is what she is. And her husband tolerated us and he paid for lunch. He was a great guy, actually. And he is probably banning her from hanging out with me ever again, as we speak.
Oh! I almost forgot! She got me this!
I have to go now, because I am taking Edsel to his first half-day of daycare, with his sister Tallulah. We have eight free visits left and so far today Edsel has eaten a slipper, a tennis shoe, a bag of seeds, and Francis. It's either day care or the glue factory. Do dogs go to the glue factory?
Anyway, thanks for meeting me, Joann! Don't go changin'!