Sometimes the show is as snuggly as bed to me. You’re there, after all. But it comforts me like being under the covers.  Sometimes I manage to slip right in and you don’t even notice when it happens.  It lets… Read more ›

It seems like hardly a minute goes by during the week that I don’t find myself thinking about you. What am I going to do for you next? How much longer is it until I get to do it? What… Read more ›

Sometimes by the end of a full evening doing Bubbles in the Think Tank, I feel positively weak.  I’m spent from a night lingering over your silly needs. I do long to assure that all of your hopes are realized… Read more ›

We have an asymmetrical affinity. I do the show and I am wee.  I am diminutive in the shadow of the silliness I bring to you.  Or is that the shadow of your stick shaking from all of that silliness? … Read more ›