I gave D a broom for his car/garage workshop area for Valentine's day. I bought it in two pieces, broom head, and broom stick/handle. I arrived at his place holding the two parts separately. Conversation as follows:

Sari: Hi! Um ... Happy premature Valentine's day ...
Sari: (thinks to self: haha, my broom is broken)
D: Oh, hey thanks. Uh ... your broom is broken. How are you going to get home now?
D: *ducks*
Sari: *swats* That's just what I was thinking.


One of D's friends persists in calling me a Witch like it's some kind of insult. It confuses him that I just say "yes" in response. Not that I classify myself as a Witch, per se, but I guess you could say that or pagan if you were at a loss to describe my spiritual (note spiritual, not religious) beliefs. Actually, speaking of that friend, he and his girlfriend broke up recently. It was quite a shock to me to hear about it and took me nearly a day to reconcile the information with my knowledge of them, the last time I had seen them.