Frank Thinks He's Elvis

On Monday's post on my other blog, Murder She Writes, I mention Frank. Frank is pretty cool. He just showed up at my house one day.

Well actually, when I was Co-President of the Orange County Chapter of Romance Writers' of America, we were doing raffles. Frank was a prize.

I wanted Frank. I coveted Frank. I didn't win Frank. And I couldn't pout either because it just doesn't look right to pout when you are the Co-President.

Okay, maybe I pouted a little.

But a week or so later, I got a package the mail from Jackie Radoumis. Jackie was the woman running the raffle. I was baffled. Why would Jackie send me a package? Did it have something to do with chapter business? I opened it up.



It was Frank! My very own beloved Frank! I danced with Frank all night.

Oh I should tell you that Frank is a little mixed up. He's a monster, but he sings "Wild Thing" and he dances like Elvis. I think Frank might have a little identity crises going on.

But I love Frank!