Dale wasn’t the sharpest knife in the drawer. He couldn’t understand why his oft stated personal policy that a girl was good for “cooking, cleaning and kids” hadn’t gotten him a girlfriend yet. After yet another date went wrong halfway through he’d retired to the bar to bemoan the state of events. Little did he know that the girl he’d just pissed off was a witch. She’d heard his drunken rant and decided to help him out.
Dahlia still wasn’t the sharpest knife in the drawer, but her new husband didn’t mind. She’d already proven she was good at cooking and cleaning. As for kids…..well, they’d start on that as soon as she put away the cupcakes.
