Giggling With Bronk

I first met him when I was only forty-four. I was in the haberdashery carrying a blanket when he scampered in. He was wearing a striped pair of earmuffs, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his wig, but I pretended not to notice.

I was about to set the blanket down when he slithered beside me. I guess he startled me, and I clumsily dropped the blanket right by his feet. We both bent over to pick it up. It was one of those awkward moments, and we both began to giggle.

After stumbling apologies, he asked me to go to the Hallmark shop for a Tom and Jerry. I accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the Hallmark shop, I learned that his name was Bronk, and that he was a school principal. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a chef.

I guess it was love at first giggle. Some might say we had pieces of chalk in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. He was three years older than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still giggling for each other.