Butterfly of Love
2014-12-02 - 11:25 a.m.
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non-functional guestbook
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!!" Nothing. 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. "Go on!" No proboscis loving for the butterfly of love. None at all.
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