Life of a former witch

I've outgrown my wicked witch of the west ways. Reflections of life afterwards, living in the desert with two cats, friends, family, and my hot and cold love life.

Sunday, April 22, 2007

overheard

"Hey Jenn," one of the mangers called me back to the contractors desk.

"What's up?"

"Did you see a black hoe back here Friday?"

The backstory was that it was something for a will call. I don't remember it being there, and we're short one in the inventory. Don't know if it ever turned up or just written off.

But after I denied knowledge of said garden tool, I couldn't think of the irony of the question in the wake of the Imus incident.

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