Guest guest Posted July 23, 2002 Report Share Posted July 23, 2002 7/20/02 "Bubbles" I was sitting on the front porch thoroughly enjoying a welcome breeze and a Nero Wolfe novel when Ananda appeared less than a foot away from me with a bottle of bubbles and blew them all over me. She was so close that I received all the sticky drips as well as all the pops. My book went down in the same flash that my anger came to life: "How could you do that when I have told you EVERY DAY that I do NOT like bubbles blown on me??!!" I removed the bottle from her startled hand, put the lid on and then sat on it. She burst into tears. Then she began screaming things like, "I want them back!" "Those are mine, they are not yours!" "They are just for me!" I immediately got very still and did not move. She saw the futility of her tantrum and went into the house where I could hear some genuine tears coming. Shortly, she came out again wearing a pair of sweatpants on her head! As she walked out blindly and carefully with her hands stretched out stiffly before her, I literally had to pinch my nose while covering my mouth in order to stifle an oncoming rush of the giggles. She sat down, mostly facing me, and we were silent while her sniffles subsided. I was so in love with her right then; her humility had moved me deeply. Suddenly she got up and went into the house. I wondered what would happen next. She came back out, still with the pants on her head, only this time she was carrying a tissue. Well! I could not control my open and joyous bellows of laughter and when she lifted up the pants on her face in response, she was laughing too. It was Great!! I gave her back the bubbles and she promised not to blow them on me again. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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