Cursed
I was cursed this morning…no seriously I was.
I was carrying the recycling bin and trying to open the front door which is full of windows and very easy to see through. It is because of the windowfull nature of the front door that I was able to see this woman walk by in a pastel pink skirt and a white top. She had un-naturaly bright blond hair and looked altogether Stepford Wife-esque. Which is why she suprised me when she looked my right in the eyes and winked.
‘How very random’ I thought about a second and a half before wacking my finger on the door frame skinning my knuckle and making it bleed - all be it not very dramatically but still.
So it occurs to me that this winking Stepford Wife must have cursed me with some sort of pink powder puff voodoo. I wonder what’s going to happen next?







