I’ve been really busy lately. That makes me tired. Which in turn makes me like taking naps in the afternoon. This isn’t laziness, it’s just enough to keep me going.
Apparently napping makes me irresistable. But not like you think. No, the sight of me sleeping makes Mr. Seawitch want to wake me up, so he can see my facial expression.
He wakes me by throwing himself on me and screaming “Banzai!!” Generally I wake up to the sight of my beloved man, all 6’ and 220 pounds, midair directly over me and descending rapidly. I am told that my resulting expression of abject terror is very fetching.
He’s done this three times now. Obviously he deserves to die.
After I kill him, I’ll need a place to hide the remains, so I thought I could send each of you a small package to bury in your gardens. Who wants some?