Really if you are gonna get stuck with some supernatural hippie who leaves birkenstocks laying around all over the place to trip over in the dark, you are absolutely right, it's time for a little come to Jesus commandment meeting. The least that son of a deity could do is get you out of that rat hole your stuck in and into a decent oceanside resort where your perfectly warm coffee and a lovely confection is wafting in the balmy morning ocean air. Your personal concierge ("could you work my tired shoulders please, thank you") can keep you informed of the days doings for Chrissakes!
"You have got to stop raising people from the dead." Especially if they become zombies...
I hope Mutton Jeff gets a nice new home.
Really if you are gonna get stuck with some supernatural hippie who leaves birkenstocks laying around all over the place to trip over in the dark, you are absolutely right, it's time for a little come to Jesus commandment meeting. The least that son of a deity could do is get you out of that rat hole your stuck in and into a decent oceanside resort where your perfectly warm coffee and a lovely confection is wafting in the balmy morning ocean air. Your personal concierge ("could you work my tired shoulders please, thank you") can keep you informed of the days doings for Chrissakes!
I enjoyed this, Bev. What a great sense of humour you have! 😃