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So I was at dinner with Michelle and Rob, and we were considering cooler ways to die than choking on chicken (long story) so I said, "How about pinned to the ceiling with my stomach slashed and burned to a crisp! ...Except I'm not blonde, and I don't have a white nightgown." Michelle laughed at me. Then I looked even more woeful and said, "Also I'm nobody's mom. Or girlfriend. I'm not important to anybody!" *mockface of woe*

And Michelle said, "You can burn on my ceiling Anne!"

And I died of laughter. And then told Michelle how much I love her.

The end!