She’s cursed,

surrounded by idiots,

and can’t find the corkscrew. Something’s got to give.

Childhood curses make

for bizarre adulthoods.

And Joan’s is getting

weirder by the day….

Ugh. That moment when

your curse gets sort of lifted,

but you just know it’s going

to come back soon,

and now the

Council of Matriarchs

is after you….