Ah, the holidays. When you drink enough to let your cousin cutting your hair seem like a good plan.
Oh, no Hester- she got to you??
I can’t help in the kitchen, I sadly have pink eye.
Oh, yeah me too.
It’s like a plague this year, totally.
Fine. I’ll sieve the gravy with Aunt Betty. I wore an outfit that covers all my tattoos.
Ugh, I hear everyone who slept at Cousin Floyds house has pink eye.
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