Et tu, Conair?
Dec. 27th, 2008 11:29 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cleolinda"I'm going out to buy a hair dryer," announces my mother. "Be right back."
"Did the old one break?"
"Well, it caught on fire."
"WHAT? WHEN?"
"Just now. Yeah. Six-inch flames shooting out the back. Good thing I was almost done anyway."
The icon is a fairly good approximation of my face at that moment.
"Did the old one break?"
"Well, it caught on fire."
"WHAT? WHEN?"
"Just now. Yeah. Six-inch flames shooting out the back. Good thing I was almost done anyway."
The icon is a fairly good approximation of my face at that moment.
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Date: 2008-12-27 06:10 pm (UTC)I still love how your mother was so calm.
But still...WTF?