Last Sunday evening I opened my email bulk box and found this:
I leave it to you guys to imagine what I felt in that moment; for a split second, my wildest dreams had come true. A moment later I came back to reality and I said to myself, "Okay what the hell??" The email was obviously not from Frankie; upon opening it, I discovered that the contents had nothing to do Frankie or Foster's whatsoever. Still, the subject line lingered in my head:
A rose for my love. I haven't been able to get it out of my mind since I saw it, probably because Frankie's birthday is just around the corner. I wanted to get her something, even though there's really no point in buying a gift for a cartoon character. I was going to shrug it off as just another fantasy when something at a local convenience store caught my eye, the email and the birthday clicked together, and, well, here's what I bought, a rose for my love:
The rose is frosted glass with a fragrant liquid inside that smells much like a real rose. The pic above was shot with my camera's flash active; the one below has the flash off:
The red glow comes from an LED and a miniature battery. And I did give it to Frankie, in a way:
It also has a small speaker built in; while the rose glows it plays an old classical song. It's quite enchanting. Just like the lady I bought it for. I know I can never
really give her anything, but maybe that's not so important. Maybe it's the thought that matters, or the smile on my face when I see my Frankie plush holding that rose. I feel pretty good right now; I hope you guys get something out of these pics, too.
A day early, but what the heck; I'll celebrate her any day. Happy birthday, Frankie Foster.
