Wench? Witch? Bitch? YES

I do not know, these days, whether to fuel up the broom, gas up the Sin Wagon or climb on the scoot. A tough call.
Work requires that I take the broom in. There is a witch hunt underway and I'm one of the targets. They want a witch? They've got one. I do hope they are prepared for this encounter. Tis with glee in my heart and a smile on my face that I do battle with the inferiors.
The Sin Wagon,,she's lovely. I had almost forgotten how much fun this could be. Details? Nevah. Use your imagination. A little more. Throw in some Scotch. Good Scotch. Make the skirt shorter. Toss the hair. Sideways grin. Turn the music up,,,classical of course. Remember it now?
Spent the morning trying to find appropriate jeans for riding on the back of a scoot with a Pirate. I was told to get 501s. I ended up throwing them at the wall. Young puppy trying to assist me asked very politely if I needed some help,,was there a problem? "I cannot get THESE FUCKING JEANS TO FIT". That is the only problem. Young puppy grinned,,ma'am these are mens jeans. They were not made for bodies like yours. If men had bodies like yours we would all be gay. Great. Thanks puppy. I'll try again later.
Blessed sleep last night,,,after the most incredible episode of CSI ever. I cried. All men should be like Grissom. All men should BE Grissom. Oh to be loved like that. Someday maybe.
Going to sleep tonite. Big sleep. Preceded of course by bubble bath. Long week. Wait,,long two weeks. No broom tonite. No Sin Wagon. No scoot. No Pirate. Just me and my bubbles,,,and sleep.