Abby the Jehovah's Witness came here today, which annoyed me. I said LAST time that I wasn't interested, nor was there anybody else in the household who would be interested. I do believe I said not to bother me.
I'm busy. Don't you hear my laundry tumbling around in the dryer? Can't you smell my dinner cooking? Didn't you have to step over my gardening tools? I'm busy.
I think I need a great big pentacle to hang on the front door. Maybe something huge, and sparkly, something about a witch living here, the witch is in, the witch has spells and will cast, trespassers will be toad. The witch takes offense to being annoyed on Saturday.