Don't Be Frightened Loves

My dear friends...it is with great pleasure that I'd like to virtually wish some of the coolest people in the great land of Wrinkleboro a big badunkie dangle congrats on their recent engagement. I hope it's not poor etiquette to blog about such a local happening before consulting with the couple, but this is news that I'm super stoked about. My good friends Ellie and Mike are officially taking that proverbial trip around the kitchen table (i.e. Full House).

Here's the story I got about how this went down:

"Now, don't be frightened, loves," Mrs. Whatsit said. Her plump little body began to shimmer, to quiver, to shift. The wild colors of her clothes became muted, whitened. The pudding-bag shape stretched, lengthened, merged. And suddenly before the children was a creature more beautiful than any Meg had even imagined, and the beauty lay in far more than the outward description. Outwardly Mrs. Whatsit was surely no longer a Mrs. Whatsit. She was a marble-white body with powerful flanks, something like a horse but at the same time completely unlike a horse, for from the magnificently modeled back sprang a nobly formed torso, arms, and a head resembling a man's, but a man with a perfection of dignity and virtue, an exaltation of joy such as Meg had never before seen. No, she thought, it's not like a Greek centaur. Not in the least.

From the shoulders slowly a pair of wings unfolded, wings made of rainbows, of light upon water, of poetry.

Mike fell to his knees and clasped Ellie's Palmolive hand and spoke....

Let's show 'em some warm wrinkle love cuz they know what that stuff is. Congrats y'all!