Warning!

Jamie's curling iron spontaneously blew up this morning.  It sparked, it popped, and the bathroom was filled with smoke.  I was putting in my contacts behind her when it happened, so this is a first-hand account.  Jamie has owned this curling iron since middle school.  Ever since the day my older sister, Tanelle, chased me with a hot curling iron around the house, I have not been a fan of the appliance.  Despite these bad experiences, I am a fan of Jamie's hair, so she shouldn't stop using curling irons... just this one.  This serves as a warning to all women who own a curling iron as old as middle school... it may spark and die one day, when you least expect it.   The End.