WNTT 2.

Ooh lookie here i totally forgot that I drew this :D

You might be the cutest princess wabbit with most adowable big fluffy tail in all the land of cute fluffy animals:

Once you say the phrase-which-must-not-be-named you are immediately re-categorized as EVIL.

WNTT.

There is not much else in this world that has the ability to cause as much psychological aggravation as these particular four words put together. Though as individual words they may be innocent as pies, combined into a phrase they become something far, FAR more dreadful.

Even worse is that the offender that delivers said phrase ALWAYS refuses to divulge whatever needs to be said on the spot/over the phone/through email but insists on setting an appointment for a later date. For a person with as inane an active imagination as me, this is the equivalent of an excruciatingly slow and torturous death via being hung upside down over a pit with two tiny punctures on each side of my head made to eventually drain all the blood out of my body in the longest time possible.

I might react cool as a cat on the outside:

Fig. A: Nothing to see here but the coolest cat ever, yep.

But inside my brain has already initiated T-0 to flipping out.

Fig. B: PLEASE JUST TELL ME AND PUT MY OUT OF MY MISERY

My dear friends and family and acquaintances and anyone else, please have the decency to just shoot me. I’m pretty sure I can handle whatever it is you need to say. Maybe you hate me, maybe you like me, maybe you want to break up, maybe you want to make up, maybe I’ve been the embodiment of every single one of your pet peeves for the past five years and have been ignorant to all signs of your passive aggression and now you finally can’t take it anymore, I don’t care WHAT it is, nothing can be worse than WAITING for whatever it is that you need to say :)

Waiter Boy.

Here I am at my favorite local crawfish restaurant for an early dinner with friend A, waiting patiently for the waiter boy to turn around so I could achieve eye contact which would signal him that we were ready to order. I hadn’t gotten much sleep the night prior and thus was experience something of a brain slush, which is what explains the goofy blank expression. After a couple minutes of staring at his back, the boy turned around and we got eye contact.

I smiled at him in what I thought was adequate signaling, but much to my surprise the boy just turned back around and busied himself with other things. A couple moments later, it happened again!

After a few more times of this strange occurence, I was getting more than a bit confuzzled when A interjected and unwearyingly explained that a stare+smile was NOT standard social procedure for flagging down a waiter in a restaurant. She then displayed proper restaurant protocol with the "Excuse me"+ hand raise and the boy immediately flew thither to our table to take our order.

It was only as the waiter boy left with our order when everything that had just transpired started making HORRIFIC AND ABSOLUTE SENSE.

What I had intended to be innocent nonverbal signaling for him to come take our order..

Fig. A: What I thought I looked like.

...The waiter boy had misconstrued as a lecherous freak woman checking him out (!!!!)

Fig. B: What terrified waiter boy thought I looked like.

Alas! My reputation at that restaurant: tarnished!!! :(

Bow ties.

I love bow ties. Bow ties make every person and thing and animal become So. Much. More. Awesome!

Fox in Bow tie.

Boy in boy tie.

Fat singing birdy in bow tie.

Slice of organic whole-wheat bread in bow tie.

Bow tie in bow tie!