Wednesday, June 10, 2015


It's one of those days. The kind when you wonder why you crawled out of bed. Not gonna discuss it.

Moving along. The hunk went shopping. And stopped at the battery store to have a battery replace in my watch. It's not a wristwatch. I carry it on a key ring. And why? Because no watch (that I actually wear touching my skin) runs for longer than 24 hours. The little watch he had fixed hangs on a hook so I don't have to touch it. That's because I have too much MAGIC. I can make watches stop, light bulbs fizzle, phones die.

Maybe I could be an alternate energy source...

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