Butterfly of Love
2014-12-02 - 11:25 a.m.
Yesterday I was standing in the pantry when I started to make a shuffling/purring noise.
I followed this by alternately raising and lowering my feet and flapping my arms like Mick Jagger doing a chicken-dance.
Not too long after that, I started sing-songing in a high-pitched, wailing voice, "I AM THE BUTTERFLY OF LOVE/PLEEAASE TOUCH MYYY PROBOSCIS!"
Slowly I made my way towards Audrey.
"I AM THE BUTTERFLY OF LOVE!!! PLEAAASEE TOUCH MY PROBOSCIS!!!"
Purring, flapping, and shuffling, I approached.
Studiously, she ignored me.
"I AM THE BUTTERFULY OF LOOOVE!! PLEAASSE TOUCH MY PROBOSCIS!!"
I moved to gently nestle on her shoulder, like a true butterfly of love.
Purring, shuffling and flapping, I moved closer, and closer while she focused on the television show, 'Supernatural.'
Nestling my flapping, purring, and shuffling body on her shoulder, I wailed, "I AM THE BUTTERFLY OF LOOOOVE!! PLEEAASE TOUCH MY PROBOSCIS!!"
She pushed me hard on my belly.
No proboscis loving for the butterfly of love.
None at all.