So it had been a mere 11 hours since the last restraining order had expired at 23:59, and unable to contain myself, I burst through the door (maybe even window? Not sure… don’t care…) at Supreme. I see Ms. ****** at the end of the hallway, all gorgeous in a black tank top and skimpy denim cutoffs, carrying a new wand that looked curiously like a toothbrush. I’m surprised at how nonchalant she is with me barrelling down on her, and when I leap… she gives me a look that freezes me in mid air, cartoon style.
Ok, that’s new. There’s way more to this voodeedoo stuff than I would have guessed.
Before I can figure out what is going on, she looks at me and rhetorically asks “französischesbrot?”.
Rabbit: “Yeah, about that. See, I went to get you some, and…”
Ms. ****** (crossing her arms): “französischesbrot.”
Rabbit: “…yeah, and every time I tried, she would touch my thingie and…”
Ms. ****** (sternly glaring at me): “französischesbrot!”
Rabbit: “…and I only have a little brain. And it’s very easily distracted.”
She stares at me. I try to look away (which is also new, because she is so pretty that the natural reaction is to look AT her), but I still feel her disappointment. She says “what am I going to do with you?”. Without thinking, I blurt out “I was hoping you might put me down? And then… maybe… .” (*using my ears, I point hopefully toward the nearest session room*).
With a roll of her beautiful eyes, she finds some mercy for me, and once again showers me with kindness for an hour (during which I find many ways to disappoint her, but that is anything but new). But from where I was standing/sitting/lying/kneeling/spinning/sweating… it’s as good as it always is. I’m pretty bonkers over Ms. ******.
*thumpthumpthumpthumpthump*
Before she expels me, she gives me a couple of final warnings. She warns me about the consequences should I fail to bring her the sweet Baguette. And she warns me that she doesn’t want me to tell stories about her any more.
Huh.
Well, I tried. But I only have a little brain, and I’m easily distracted….
Happy thumping, all!
(I suspect Ms. ****** is going to be very disappointed with me. Again.)
Ok, that’s new. There’s way more to this voodeedoo stuff than I would have guessed.
Before I can figure out what is going on, she looks at me and rhetorically asks “französischesbrot?”.
Rabbit: “Yeah, about that. See, I went to get you some, and…”
Ms. ****** (crossing her arms): “französischesbrot.”
Rabbit: “…yeah, and every time I tried, she would touch my thingie and…”
Ms. ****** (sternly glaring at me): “französischesbrot!”
Rabbit: “…and I only have a little brain. And it’s very easily distracted.”
She stares at me. I try to look away (which is also new, because she is so pretty that the natural reaction is to look AT her), but I still feel her disappointment. She says “what am I going to do with you?”. Without thinking, I blurt out “I was hoping you might put me down? And then… maybe… .” (*using my ears, I point hopefully toward the nearest session room*).
With a roll of her beautiful eyes, she finds some mercy for me, and once again showers me with kindness for an hour (during which I find many ways to disappoint her, but that is anything but new). But from where I was standing/sitting/lying/kneeling/spinning/sweating… it’s as good as it always is. I’m pretty bonkers over Ms. ******.
*thumpthumpthumpthumpthump*
Before she expels me, she gives me a couple of final warnings. She warns me about the consequences should I fail to bring her the sweet Baguette. And she warns me that she doesn’t want me to tell stories about her any more.
Huh.
Well, I tried. But I only have a little brain, and I’m easily distracted….
Happy thumping, all!
(I suspect Ms. ****** is going to be very disappointed with me. Again.)
