Because of a bee sting that I got yesterday, I now have the hand of a witch, all gnarly knuckle and everything.
Awesome. “The better to shove you in an oven and sprinkle your bones, my pretty.”
Maybe witches were also beekeepers and that’s why they were always in a bad mood — they just got stung and they were in pain. Come to think of it, it’s a good thing I don’t have any poisoned apples handy, or there would be a few people put into a “100 year” sleep faster than you could name your favorite dwarf.
Now I’m going to have to avoid apples in case I’ve offended any witches by saying they have ugly hands.
It’s hard to express an opinion.
Everytime I read your blog, I think your English degree was worth even more than it cost. Sorry about your latest sting my little pretty!