After a very bad day for the ocelot and her Husband (including tomfuckery at his job, a bad day at hers, her trying to go to a coven meeting that was not happening although Trothwy had said they weren't meeting this week because she is now incapable of remembering anything, and a flat tire that couldn't be replaced because it was seven-thirty before said tire could be tended to), the following conversation was had.
ME: Um, about "Abre Camino". Y'know, the road-opening thing. Apparently this can get kinda rough.
HIM: Hm. You put that stuff on my boots, didn't you?
ME: (somewhat defensively) You watched me do it.
HIM: Yeah. That Santeria stuff doesn't fuck around. Anything else you bought at the botanica that I might want to know about?
ME: Um...John the Conqueror root. (pompously) Traditionally Hoodoo. And Voodoo. Not Santeria.
HIM: Let's confine ourselves to one magical system at a time, shall we?
ME: Pfft. It's fine. (rationalization ensues)
HIM: Yeah, how are you going to feel if your day tomorrow is like the one I had today? It's like the Universe took its bulging cock and slapped me across the face with it and said (drops voice to a dirtily seductive tone), "Hey, look at this."
ME: I am so putting this on my blog.