My HPs was kind of a stickler is all. We didn’t use black for protection. I don’t remember what color we used.

Once she got mad at me for accidentally kicking across her living room one of a pair of carved wooden dogs she had left out on the floor aimed at the home of a neighbor she was pissed at. These items were supposedly full of all sorts of “energy” and she thought I should have detected that and so not blindly stumbled into a smallish object left out where anyone would walk in the course of entering. In retrospect it’s too bad it wasn’t her dumbass loser boyfriend I’d kicked across the room.

No woman ever murdered her husband while he was washing the dishes.

No woman ever murdered her husband while he was washing the dishes.