No idea where the hair extensions came from, but I trust their owner understands the certain outcome when children, horses, hair extensions and Jane’s camera are left in proximity of one another.
I’m out of lame ideas for prizes, so we’ll go with this brilliant plan: the winner gets the prestige of having their winning caption published on TLH, with byline!
Unless I can think of something else. Which is unlikely, since I gave up sugar. Again. It’s been six minutes. Cough. Seven minutes, thirty-two seconds…thirty-three….what was I saying?