A few weeks ago, I agreed to host a houseguest. Her name was Rosie and she had brown eyes, big earrings and a winning smile. She seemed a little two-dimensional, but that was because she was. Flat, that is. Like Stanley, only Rosie happens to be a girl. So explained Norah, the girl who made her, in the letter she sent with Rosie.
My job was simple: show her a good time. Since I live in our nation's capitol and work a block from the center of all the action, it was easy. Here are some photos from our time together:
That's Rosie enjoying being taller than the Washington monument.
And that's Rosie at the White House.
Great assignment, by the way, Mr. Stratford. And thanks for loaning Rosie to me, Norah!