My dear, dear Hermi -
I must have ESPN. I know I haven't visited you here in ages and ages, Hermi - but some sort of telepathic feeling came over me, and I just knew you had invoked my name! Naturally, I had to come and see what all you were saying 'bout lil ol' me. *flutter of lashes, if I had any, that is - I'm a shrimp, fer gawd's sake!*
It seems so long ago, that fateful day last August when I made my escape to be with you. Alas, I trusted the wrong person with my fate! While Captain Elmo promised to deliver me safely to you, instead he routed his vessel to the South China Seas, where I was sold into pink slavery - yes, slavery! You would not believe the unspeakable, vile things I have seen.... *shudders and turns a paler shade of pink*
Fortunately for me, after several months of torture - the master had a cat, do I have to spell it out for you? - my path crossed that of a true gentleman of the Old South. Johnny No Face is from West Virginia. He was brought to Miss Bell by her friend Saniholic Angel Wings. A former sooper seekrit government agent, he was selected for his bland, forgettable looks. I'm told this is a good attribute for a sooper seekrit agent, to be able to blend in everywhere. Anyhow, Miss Bell put Johnny No Face on my trail and before long, that pervert Elmo was in Gitmo and I was home for the holidays! Miss Bell had to go north to see her family, but Johnny No Face stayed here in Tinkerville with me, to make sure that no more harm came to me.
Here we are frolicking amongst Miss Bell's shells...
A formal pose on Miss Bell's damnsofa...
Johnny No Face gets a little
goofy frisky.... *blushing furiously*
Well, after that, there was a mad chase through the house, and it's a good thing that Miss Bell was not home, for she would certainly have had a cow or shat a brick or whatever it is that humans do when someone is upsetting their serene and quiet life. Eventually, we ended up climbing the Christmas tree... merry fun!
So there we have it, Hermi dear. I am a woman ruined by the misfortunes of putting too much trust into the wrong people, slowly putting her life back together with the help of the man who saved her. He's very nice, in a plain sort of way. We have lots of fun together. But every so often, my heart harkens back to the Strawberry Festival in Plant City, where we first met..... ah, the past is the past, and I know I should try to forget and move on, as you have my dear...
*sigh*
Yours very sincerely,
~ Miss Bubble Gum
PS - I now see that you have been doing a little cavorting in the Christmas tree yourself. I think it is lovely that you have found companionship, even though she IS a bit gaudy, not to mention she appears to be mounting you... but never mind that, how wonderful that you have found a way to move on and not be lonely. I shall endeavor to do the same. - MBG
.