For the first time in the history of ever, I used an eyelash curler. And this is how it went:
I remember there was a thing called, “The Sunday Night Girl Who Cries” in college, whereby a female who was presumably spurned by a coldhearted frat boy would recount in detail the woes of the weekends as she stood, weepily, on her cordless phone in the dorm hallway.
Let’s not be that girl.
Here’s the inaugural Sunday Sparechange podcast, coming to you life from the Haus of Kendraspondence. Maybe it will become a thing. Feel really free to subscribe to the channel and tell all your friends.