September 28, 2019—Barely Dawn

The sun still isn't up yet. So why am I up, helping Aunt Dawn make pancakes—with no peanut butter, thank you very much—at such an ungodly hour?

Angel Investigations is here.

My first clue was the black convertible that screeched to a noisy stop. My second was the sudden, loud cursing from the basement as the car outside "accidentally" ran over part of the lawn. My third clue was hearing Uncle Angel respond in kind, then ring the very loud doorbell very loudly.

Then, while stumbling downstairs, still half-asleep, I saw Aunt Anya get to the door first and chuck the mutilated remains of one of my MIA stuffed bunnies at Uncle Angel. Ha, I knew it was her!

Anyway, thus began my lovely Saturday morning.

The biggest question my sleep-addled brain can come up with now is, why would a vampire drive a convertible?

Aunt Dawn destroyed the microwave last night with more failed peanut butter experiments. I hope certain people who are currently fighting over where the convertible goes (Sunnydale dump or the lawn?) like their nasty blood cold and clotting.