me: you have a religious artifact in your yard. come look.
AuntMurble: …oh. yes. I know!
me: you. know. it’s just in the shrubbery. I thought one of the church groups must have dropped it there…
AuntMurble: no. I did.
AuntMurble: one of the neighbors was having a yard sale and insisted I take one because she made a bunch.
me: so. you tossed it on the ground in the front yard?
AuntMurble: I was going to display it artfully.
me: but for now, tossed like trash in the front yard.
Jazz and I took a tour of the estate.
it took about 3 minutes.
droplets of sweat, all I am is droplets of sweat.
Jazz is trying to convince me to go back for a crumb of bread that she found. She was completely unbothered that a colony of ants had found the crumb first. I had enough “fun” flicking angry dying ants out of her muzzle the first time so,
"NO. THAT IS NOT OUR BREAD! LEAVE IT!"
He says nothing unusual happened yesterday at all.
But Jazz and I remember. And I’m pretty sure Jazz thinks the only way the house can be cleansed is with fire. I think it would be wiser to just move.
this is one of my favorite things.
I have to reattach it to my travel shrine because I burned through the fishing line with my glue gun last night.
it got wild and crazy last night. and by that I mean I watched Alias and made some repairs to my shrine.
brb. gotta hammer holes into my smashed penny hoard.