Well, among other things. A unicorn could also Majestically Gallop, or Pose on a Windy Cliff. I'm still pretty sure I went with Whinny and Rear. Though I could've just as well gone with Impaling Evil Things or Believing in Miracles.
I did get through the massage sanely, ok mostly by convincing myself The Therapist was either married or gay. Even then, I blew through topics like the Flash. I get charmingly conversant when I'm nervous - not talky, or jibberish but downright entertainingly witty, mercurial and glib. I suppose that isn't such a bad thing. Save for that one time at the dento's when I kept on making him and the hygienist laugh so much they had to give me another round of gas to make me stop while they sat there in tears, doubled over with instruments clattering noisily on to the floor. They did however say it was their best session with a patient EVER.
"Where are you, baby?," Carmen San Diego asks in her low, full voice. "You've been awfully quiet, are you with uhmm...,"she pauses trying to place a name without success, "Uhmmm?"
I laugh naughtily, I couldn't blame her for not keeping up after the past months' Rotational of Lovers. "With Mr. X..I was with X. He came to see me. Yesterday." I confess.
I'm draped over the couch, stunned and exhausted after having dropped Mr. X off back at the pier a few hours earlier. And after a night of very little sleep. The lingering kiss he gave me insinuates itself back into replay as I hold my breath, waiting for Carmen's reaction.
"Mr. X?," Carmen San Diego repeats slowly,"Wait, is this the guy who got fired from the Opera because of you? Who doesn't drive and lives an hour away? I thought you said the entire thing was impossible. Based on the logistics alone. You said." Oh, God, I think. I did say all that. How could I possibly articulate what just happened, I decide not to try and flatly blurt that out, "I don't know what to say."
"What happened? Are you ok? How do you feel?," she probes carefully, her Scorpionic Sonar quickly deploying after noting I was markedly less eloquent than usual.
FA on feathers, fangs, furies and all sorts of folly, yes, even the serious kind.
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