In a stunning turn of events, most of you decided to be on Team Francis. This sentence will only make sense if you read yesterday's post, so just give up and go there now.
Okay. Really? Team Francis?
I took this photo seven minutes ago. It's not like I had to go in the archives for it. But okay. You pick the team leader you want. It's no skin off MY nose. Could be off YOURS if you get too close to your most excellent leader, though.
Marvin's grandmother painted that picture in the background. I like it. Everyone always says it's a picture of Jessie, but now I can't remember who Jessie was. Oh. I just asked Marvin and he said she was their maid.
Their maid. We had a maid, too. I called her "mom." I do not know why Marvin picked such a low-falutin' gal such as myself. But, you all picked Francis, so I cannot figure out anything.
I also like the crumbs of food surrounding Francis. For some reason he kind of sheds food. He reminds me a little of the "wafer thin mint" guy from Monty Python.
And I feel terrible, because Tallulah and Winston did not get many votes. It is sad to be the middle children, I guess. I wouldn't know because I'm an only child. And I was only grandchild on one side. Hello.
What, you didn't know I was the center of the universe? Salvador Dali wasted all that time at that train station, thinking IT was the center. Hadn't met June. You'd think he'd have noticed the sun rising and setting on me.
Really, in my opinion, I was not that spoiled or doted on as a child, but then again I don't know any different. I had a boyfriend in high school/college who was the youngest of eight, and during all three of the birthdays I spent with him I think his parents remembered his birthday once. They also didn't attend his high school graduation because another brother was getting married. So maybe I don't know from how good I had it.
My mother, at one point, made a rule that everyone could only get me two gifts each. I remember getting presents from all of my grandmother's pets, her plants, Captain Kangaroo...
But now really. You know me. Okay you don't, but you read me every day. Do I seem materialistic to you? Am I talking about how I crave that new--that new--okay. I was gonna mention a car, but I can't think of any. Once in LA I almost ran into a Lamborghini, and when I got to my father's house I said, "I just almost ran into a $50,000 car" and he had to explain Lamborghinis cost about $300,000. Me too. That's what I cost.
Three hundred thousand dollars. For a CAR. I do not understand car things.
Anyway, I guess I really had no point today. Except to marvel at Team Francis people. Oh! And in case you didn't read the comments, DCRmom, of the famed DCRDesign, is making buttons for us all! Those of you who voted for Team Francis, I will email you a Team Francis button, Team Junes will get a Team June button, and so forth.
Don't ever say June never gave you anything. Other than that odd rash.
