Baloo: God of relaxation and not getting your panties in a wad over trivialities. Also god of putting wrongs to right (but only if it looks like nobody else will do it).
Totem: Reclining chair with remote control.
Sacred tree: Any that provides shade but still lets the grass grow thick enough to recline upon.
Sacred libation: Any drink served in a tall, cold glass, preferably with a paper parasol in it.
Silver Fire - fire goddess is still open (& most of the males think you’re hot anyway… <g> )
Hypergirl - with all that caffeine & your hyper-ness, you could be messenger of the gods (it may sound boring, but you’d get free ambrosia (or coffee), and you’d never miss out on gossip or party invites, cos you’d deliver to yourself first!). Hyper-ness - there’s gotta be something more fun to do with that! Goddess of travelling faster than the eye could see…so much potential there - do you want the thieves guild and travellers?
I invoke Barnaby for my next paycheck! (only move them to the right this time, big fella ok?)
Patroness of the eternally apologetic, nonconfrontational and unsure.
Totem animals: Gosh, I sorry. I’m not sure what they would be and I hope no one is offended by my indecision. But if you are, that’s okay, you’re probably right in being upset.
Lord Hamburgerhelperius, have mercy on us, your humble servants. We bow down before your alter 2-3 times a week, and all we have to show for it is pants that don’t fit anymore.
Every god has a rival god or demon, the yang to its yin, the dark to its light, so I reveal:
Gr8Kat: The goddess of getting your panties in a bunch, fretting, hand-wringing, and ulcers.
Totems: Cats in rooms full of rocking chairs, chickens with their heads cut off.
Sacred Libations: caffinated soft-drinks, esp. Coca-Cola and Mt. Dew.
Sacred Tree: Any that you fuss over, pruning it constantly so that it doesn’t have a chance to grow; ie, bonsai.