This weekend is the infamous Franklin Main Street Festival. It is quite surreal that it is happening at the same time as the Stars Hollow Spring Festival! Here in Franklin we have many festivals, and most of them are the same, but this one is better because there are more booths-more booths of the same thing, but more booths none-the-less. I wanted to tell Gypsy that she could come run one of our 5 lemonade stands-no hay bales here.
Apparently, I'm Cinderella's evil step-mother because Josh stayed home and vacuumed (and vacuumed and vacuumed-our vacuum doesn't suck--too bad I didn't win that Dyson!) the den as well as steam cleaned it while the rest of us went to the festival. Josh is a wonderful husband; our den looks better than when we moved in, which was no easy feat, trust me!
On the way to the festival, Night was walking beside me, and he kept touching his butt. He then said, "I think I have a we.. we... we..."
"Wedgie?"
"A new wedgie."
"What's that?"
"One that I have a sweaty butt."
He was calling it a wet wedgie. How gross is that? Innocent but gross.
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How cute is he!!
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