I've spent the last couple days assuming that I was sick with a nasty cold. But as I look through people's pictures that chronicle my recent days, I've come to a different conclusion.
I'm allergic to sexual feather boas.
Probably shouldn't have eaten the red one I wore to the Sammy Formal.
I also probably shouldn't have gotten near the black one that jumped from person to person.
And maaaybe bringing it to the dinner party a couple days later was a bad idea.
But... me being the smart little broad that I am... I left it in another city.
Bye bye, boa. As a fashion accessory, you were all-ruling.
But other than that... you make me sick.