Varian: I should do that tarot reading to see what’s ahead this year.
the Madman: You could say you’ll have…2020 vision.
V: *slowly facepalms*
V: You’re going to make *so many* bad eyesight puns this year, aren’t you?
tM: Dear, would you expect any less from me?
So as I wrote about in my last post, I promised the Queen some fancy coffee, in exchange for her helping me through this final week at my job at call center hell.
Except…I think I overestimated how much coffee is in a pound of coffee.
It’s chocolate flavored, which surprised me that she selected that one. It is just sweet enough that I can tolerate drinking it black (which is how she likes her coffee, and I eat my offerings of food) though I think it tastes better with at least some milk and sugar in it.
I explained to her that I overestimated how much coffee there would be, and could it be expanded to be offerings for the Royal Family, instead of just her? She said that was fine, so it’s now my morning coffee offering for my deity Beloveds, as well as being for her.
I sent that picture to a friend of mine, who laughed and said “it looks like you’ll be working with her for a while.”
I also posted this over at my blog for the Queen [link.]
Me, before I became a polytheist: I’ve always been drawn to death related stuff, but have never explored it. I kind of want to, but it’s scary.
Me now, praying to Death: *slides a cup of black coffee her way* Okay Mom, idk why you like this stuff with no flavor, but help me get through this next week of my job, and I’ll buy you some special bitter bean juice of your choice.
And upon promising her some special coffee of her choice for helping me get through my final week of my call center job from hell, her twin’s response was a blend of horror and laughter. He knows just how bitter she likes her coffee.