201/365 Phoebe
is both practical and spiritual advisor who cared for me that commuter-marriage year. “I have to visit the Dürer bunny,” I’d euphemize at her house, where a reproduction of the hare hung in her bathroom. My going-away present: my own, to hang in mine.
posted by Indigo Bunting at 6:41 AM
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I think I'll use that phrase the next time I'm at the pub. If I don't get beat up, I'll get to tell the story behind it.
Welcome back.
Ah, the story of the infamous Dürer bunny! I wonder: If I come to your house and say, "I have to have that Roy Egg chicken" with sufficient passion, would you give it to me?
D: Let me know how that turns out.
SY: She didn't give me hers; she gave me a different one. Sadly, Roy Eggs tend to be one of a kind.
Deloney, I'd love a video of that (only the part where you use the phrase).
I guess for my upstairs bathroom I'd have say I'm visiting the mismatched watercolors. :-)
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