My herbs are planted in a giant pentagram shaped bed. The points of the star each hold a few flower bulbs, so that there's almost always a flowr blooming on each tip.
That might not have been enough to get me in trouble by itself. But then I started my home business. First creams and lotions, then a few innocent potions. Dream pillows. Still ok.
But then those kids kept torturing my dog, throwing things at her. THey broke one of my garage windows, they put dog poo in my mailbox. They were teenagers, old enough to know better, but always causing trouble. I got frustrated.
Then one day I came home and found a dead cat in my driveway. Poor kitty. Not MY kitty, but a pretty little black cat, and it's neck was broken.
And my chickens were all loose! Two were missing, probably picked off by that hawk!
I lost it! Damn kids! The next day they were back, throwing rocks at my dog. I ran out to get her and they hit me with one.
So, I pointed my two rather crooked little pinky fingers at them and said, "Boil, boil, toil and trouble, punish these terrors on the double!"
THe kids laughed and wandered off.
The next day they were all involved in a car accident! Two of them were hospitalized, with broken bones and head injuries. One of them told their parents about my 'curse'. Now, I'm a witch, whether I am or not. Everyone in town thinks so, though my dog is left alone....and my mailbox only holds mail.
I'm a pacifist. I don't believe in war. Still there was no war then. Just a few conflicts that the Army took care of. And the money sounded good.
Besides who else would teach me, a woman, to drive an 18 wheeler? So, I joined the National Guard.
We'd been married a month! Now we'd be thousands of miles away from each other. (the best part of the marriage!) For the next 5 months I sweated, ran, trained to use an M-16, and learned to drive. I loved it!
And I haven't been behind the wheel of a truck since the day I left. My armory was run by a bunch of chauvanists who thought women should be office workers and they say me behind a desk and thought I 'd type for them. I didn't. I read romance novels, crocheted, and kept my feet up on the desk!
Quite the soldier.
I didn't want to go to the party. I was 'done with men' as they weren't worth the trouble, so I wasn't interested in meeting new people, and I won't drink and drive, so I would be sober all night.
Besides, the hosts were an ex-gun moll for a BAD motorcycle gang and a guy who'd spent most of this life in prison, the last time for murder. (and her did it, too!) Not the best idea for a party, if you asked me.
But my friend was insistent. AAnd she always could talk me into things. So, after much moaning and bitching, I went.
The place was filled (go figure)with ex-cons, scary bad guys and a handful of tattooed women. My firend and I sat in the corner. I started to drink, a few beers, but soon I was too drunk to drive. Some guy joined us in the corner where we were hiding. He spent the evening chatting with us, joking.
I had to stay FOREVER, to get sober. Before I left (5am!) the host aske dif he could give the guy my phone #. Hmmm, I thought, it depends! Where did they meet? Not that I dared to ask. I hesitated, demurred. Gave in.
And married the guy!
off to the guessing thread!