Right... after MONTHS I finally got an appointment, and I was so excited, I actually got there quite early and had to sit in the parking lot and wait (I was right on the shore of Lake LumberJacks, which everyone seemed determined to drive through instead of around).
So, I sat there patiently (kind of), squealing “I’ve been waiting” along with Lou Gramm on the radio (once again, not kidding), and when it was finally MY time, I raced across the parking lot and BURST in to 50th Street studio.
Whereupon I get “head-faked”.
‘Cause they send out the other sister to greet me. She’s lovely, and looks enough like MY treat that I’m already grinning from ear to ear (and that’s especially impressive when your ears are on the top of your head). The lady says “You’re here to see Hanna, aren’t you?”, and I want to say “Yes please. Is she ready?”, but it comes out more like “gimmegimmegimmegimmegimme…”. Ignoring my atrocious manners, she takes me into a room, starts the shower and asks me if I would like Hanna to bring me anything. She gave up on me at that point and left, though, because I was now completely detached from reality, sitting in my Cower Corner (yes, this is the same room that I was “Paiged” in), and mumbling “gimmegimmegimmegimmegimme…” to myself.
Ms. Hanna comes in, all beaming and leopardy, and she has some colour, and she had her hair cut, and I want her to come to me, and even though I’m sitting with my four paws straight out in front of me I’m kinda bouncing up and down, and I want her to tell me why, and I want I want I want I want GIMMEGIMMEGIMME!
She “talks me down” for the moment (), and convinces me to lie on my belly so she can rub me for a bit while she tells me her stories and laughs at all of my stupid little jokes (she's particularly () fond of the physics ones, you know…). And when she starts to notice that there's no way I'm going to last much longer without going completely berzerk, she gets a little closer, and closer, and closer… and she flips me, and…
*thumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthump*
Dammit, I missed this girl.
Happy thumping, all!
“…so different, and so new…”
So, I sat there patiently (kind of), squealing “I’ve been waiting” along with Lou Gramm on the radio (once again, not kidding), and when it was finally MY time, I raced across the parking lot and BURST in to 50th Street studio.
Whereupon I get “head-faked”.
‘Cause they send out the other sister to greet me. She’s lovely, and looks enough like MY treat that I’m already grinning from ear to ear (and that’s especially impressive when your ears are on the top of your head). The lady says “You’re here to see Hanna, aren’t you?”, and I want to say “Yes please. Is she ready?”, but it comes out more like “gimmegimmegimmegimmegimme…”. Ignoring my atrocious manners, she takes me into a room, starts the shower and asks me if I would like Hanna to bring me anything. She gave up on me at that point and left, though, because I was now completely detached from reality, sitting in my Cower Corner (yes, this is the same room that I was “Paiged” in), and mumbling “gimmegimmegimmegimmegimme…” to myself.Ms. Hanna comes in, all beaming and leopardy, and she has some colour, and she had her hair cut, and I want her to come to me, and even though I’m sitting with my four paws straight out in front of me I’m kinda bouncing up and down, and I want her to tell me why, and I want I want I want I want GIMMEGIMMEGIMME!
She “talks me down” for the moment (
), and convinces me to lie on my belly so she can rub me for a bit while she tells me her stories and laughs at all of my stupid little jokes (she's particularly () fond of the physics ones, you know…). And when she starts to notice that there's no way I'm going to last much longer without going completely berzerk, she gets a little closer, and closer, and closer… and she flips me, and…*thumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthump*
Dammit, I missed this girl.
Happy thumping, all!
“…so different, and so new…”
