The gutarist in my band just sent this picture to me of the creepy-yet-cheerful “crashers” at the quilt convention this weekend.  Do you see the desperation, the look in my eyes - where seconds previous, I’d been silently mouthing the words “HELP!!”?  Instead of said help, he grabbed a camera.  What a true friend.

although… in the reverse situation, I can totally see myself doing the same thing… ;)