Graveyard Dirt: Two Worlds and In-between

In My Defense

ME: When a witch tells you to drink something, you should just drink it.

ITALICS: That sounds like something a witch would say when she wants you to drink something.

Oh, Lord, they learn fast, don’t they?

(In my defense it was just a cup of herbal tea meant to settle stomachs. YEAH, SO, HE HAD A SORE THROAT AND NOT A STOMACH ACHE (DUE TO A HERNIA AND/OR ULCER) AND I GAVE HIM SOME OF MY “STOMACH EASE” FOR IT BUT THE PRINCIPAL IS STILL THE SAME! (I.E., THE HERBS CREATING A MUCOUS LINING TO EASE IRRITATION) It seemed to work, so I’m in the clear...for now.)

(In my defense (X 2!) sometimes you just need to drop a curl or two of pubic hair on top of his cake frosting so he knows who’s really in charge, RIGHT, LADIES? ...RIGHT?)(Also, I did, admittedly, add a teaspoon of SUPER SEXY LOVE SUGAR that I’ve been curing semi-secretly into that cup of tea, BUT, SURELY, YOU CAN’T BURN ME FOR THAT. THAT WAS AN ACT BORN OUT OF LOVE...AND A PARTIAL NEED FOR ABSOLUTE SEXUAL CONTROL, BUT MOSTLY ALTRUISTIC LOVE.)