Furniture Conversation

"So what do you keep in there?" he asks, pointing to the old armoire I've pushed into the den.

"That's my witch's wardrobe. Haven't you ever heard of one?"

"Uh, ok...so what do you keep in there?"

"Nothing too exotic. Brooms, candles, runes, tarot cards. You know, all my crazy pagan lady stuff."

He laughs. "Great. I'm marrying a witch."

"Nah, just a gal who knows a lot about herbs and such who likes running around naked under the stars once in a while."

A smile. "I can live with that. I can definitely live with that."

I roll my eyes. "Hurry up, or we're going to be late to the bar mitzvah."