"If all would speak, who shall be left to listen?"

The other night, when Melody and I were rearranging my room, I found my hair scissors. They had fallen down behind the fridge

Dear Hair Scissors,

How I have missed you so. Using a straight edge is not as simple as snipping, clipping and styling with you. You glorious bundle of blade. I have missed the days we used to cut fine hair with little to no trouble at all. At last, you have been found and returned to my hands. Let the shearing rekindle its love.

Love always, Jen.

Listening to: My refrigerator make its watery noises.

Fact of the day: My eyes are dry.