Don’t you hate it when that happens?
Looking for a lighter, to light up some candles and I was at a loss.
None were around.
And those that were present, were no longer in working order.
As the search moved to the bedroom, I scavenged through discarded jeans, in search of a source of controlled flames.
Then I found a dress.
Sidetracked, I created a new outfit of a black dress with white polka dots, black heels, black tights and a white floral headpiece.
When I was done, I strutted into the bathroom.
And there I discovered, after viewing my garb in the mirror, a lighter sat on the shelf behind me.
Over joyed and looking fabulous, I returned to the living room and continued to smoke the shit out of those candles.