The leader of the morning gathering of the Ladies of the
Roundtable, aka The Coven, the “treat lady”, lost her dog of 15 years to old
age. Sad.
Recently she was given a cat, a black cat, which she named
Wicca.
I’m currently in the disfavor of the ladies due to my
pointing out the appropriateness of the name, given they are a coven.
Banner, my dog, is still welcome, and I’m on the other end
of the leash. I’m sure they will not
rest until I’m put in my place.
After 25 years in the car biz, more curses on my head are
not a worry. By now, I’m immune.
You could "pox" them. Fredd has had a lot of luck with that lately.
ReplyDeleteMust say I don't quite understand the current use of the term, "poxing". I have no venereal diseases and am most definitely not interested in any of them to transmit one.
ReplyDeleteNow one member of the lobby group........
You should go to an antique or farm store and get the Coven a Cauldron. You are already in deep dodo so what do you have to lose?
ReplyDeleteROTFLMAO! Nothing like calling a spade a spade... Wicca... LOL sigh
ReplyDeletePeace and serenity. We share a building.
ReplyDeleteYou call them as you see them!
ReplyDeleteA sweetie in the lobby group... this is gonna be an adventure!
The sweetie is currently in a horrible situation with two siblings about to die. One from cancer, and one, chronic alcoholism that has caught up to him. For the time being, I'm a friend when she needs one.
ReplyDeleteYou're a good man.
ReplyDeleteWicca. Ah yes, it's all a harmless larf 'til you wake up and there's a demon, sorry, cat gnawing on your elbow.
ReplyDeleteThat might happen.
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