posthumorously:

-People tell me that I confuse guys, and maybe I do.  They see me one way, but then they get to know me and they’re disappointed.  But you know me, Zweibel.  I have enough trouble being strong for myself, let alone for someone who gets paranoid when I’m quiet or gets threatened when I say “Bunny Bunny.”

-When you say…?

-“Bunny Bunny.”

-What’s that?

-Oh, nothing, really…

-Tell me.

-It’s silly.

-Tell me.

-When I was a little girl…

-…Go ahead.

-When I was a little girl, I used to be afraid of the dark.  We lived in this big house and at night there’d be these scary shadows on my bedroom walls.  So, what I’d do, was get under the covers and say the words “Bunny Bunny” to protect me from the shadows while I was sleeping.

-Why “Bunny Bunny”?

-I’m not sure.  I really don’t remember.  Except that it worked.  The bad dreams stopped.  And then, when I started getting older, I cut back and only had to say it once a week and, finally, once a month — just to be on the safe side.

-I understand.  It’s not silly.  You were a kid and you…

-I still say it.

-You do?

-Yeah.  Maybe it’s a habit or a superstition or… I don’t know.  It’s just that, for whatever reason, on the first day of every month the first words that I say when I wake up are “Bunny Bunny” to make sure it’s going to be a good month and keep me safe from anything bad that could happen.

-Like what?

-I don’t know.  Everything.  Does that sound stupid?

-No.

-But I’m in my thirties.

-So?

-And it still doesn’t sound stupid?

-Gilbert, everyone has their own little…

-If Robin Blankman did something like that, would you make jokes and put her down for it?

-Is that what this guy did?

-Without a letup.

-Even after you explained what it meant to you?

-Yeah.

-What an asshole.

pleasant-tomorrow:

Tears.

Happy Birthday, Gilda Radner!

nodarkthings:

Happy Birthday my muse.