Not exact matches
Variation: Once your baby starts walking, she can
crawl into your lap as the caterpillar ready to make a
cocoon, then stand up and «fly»
out of your lap when she's a butterfly, continuing to wave her arms as she moves around the room.
This is the beginning
of the year for me, when I can
crawl out of my flannel and wool
cocoon and bask in the sunlight.
But if you've already maxed
out your retirement accounts, your kids have graduated college, and you've made that seven - figure donation to the charity
of your choice, you shouldn't be embarrassed to
crawl into the
cocoon of luxury that the Mulsanne provides.
You come across as some kind
of caterpillar that spied some already successfully hatched
cocoon, slithered inside, waited for a higher power to set the table for your emergence, then
crawled back
out again, mysteriously thinking that you had metamorhed into a beautiful, high flying butterfly dispensing truth and reality to the waiting - for - your - probing - probiscus in - and -
out cheap nectar - sucker.