Early

[tinhuviel]

I'm up early, feeding the menagerie and seeing Aunt Tudi off. She's going to sit with Uncle Michael whilst Janice and Johnna go to the flea market to sell their souls to the devil. I hate the flea market with every atom that comprises my little black heart. I despise the people who roam the flea market, pawing my belongings and using the term "Jew [everyman] down," whilst they blare their gospel music for everyone to hear, assuming that everyone present is a Protestant. I want to yank these people up by the collar (after I don a rubber glove of course) and shake them silly, telling them that I don't want their grubby mits on my stuff any longer and that I'm of Jewish heritage and am also Witch, so I don't appreciate their whiny-ass country gospel attacking my ear drums. Stop offending my senses and begone, you human infestation!

Needless to say, I try to avoid the flea market at all costs.

While Aunt Tudi is gone, I'm going to lie on the couch and continue my eerily accurate impersonation of a queen termite.