Corsets and Parasols

What do you do during a power outage?

I like to pretend I’m a noble lady from Elizabethan times when the power goes out. I dig out my corset and parasol, parading around the house with my minions, consisting of one domestic housecat, trailing behind. I sit on a throne, which is very much like a regular chair, and issue decrees for the good of the public. Those lowly little peons don’t really know what’s good for them. I, with my noble blood, know better than they. If they refuse to do my bidding, I swat them with my fan and have their heads chopped off.

If that fails, I curl up into a fetal position and cry until the lights come back on.

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