Today is the birthday of my late friend Jeff. Later tonight, we’ll be celebrating Rhonda’s birthday belatedly, so I’ll eat a cupcake in his honor.
Jeff had a tendency, when introducing me to a large group of people, to say, “This is my friend Becky. She’s a [fill in the blank with something random to see how everyone, including me, would react].” Among many great times I had in Jeff’s company was one of his Christmas parties. When Tom and I walked in, Jeff put his arm around me and announced to the room, “This is my friend Becky. She’s a witch!”
Anything I knew about being a witch came from watching “Bewitched” or listening to Stevie Nicks songs. But I leapt into the conversational cauldron feet first and never lacked for interesting discussions the rest of the night. I might have even made up some incantations while Tom rolled his eyes and hung out with Jane, Eric, and John.
Witchcraft? Oh, that craft.
Funny man. =)
You do that voodoo so well!
Ha!
I have a couple of friends who are witches, although I sometimes get the first letter wrong…