Wednesday, February 1, 2012

This Actually Happened to Me

Except without the cozy kitchen of Orchard House, the sisterly love, Belle Gardner's ball, and the actual loss of hair.

There was a candle on my kitchen counter, a laptop blocking that candle, and I had to reach around my computer to unplug my camera. I think you understand how things went down.

My hair still smells like burnt feathers and I screamed louder than all of the March women combined.

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