"Using Artfully Placed Scarves to Hide Debilitating Mutations" (AKA, I've Been Double-Dog Dared)

You can thank Jeffe Kennedy for inspiring (or perhaps I should say "instigating") what follows in this post. She's the one who double-dog dared me, during a twitter exchange, to write a blog post about the titular (I just love that word--it sounds so titillating (hey, there's another one!)) subject matter.

(Why, yes, I am feeling rather parenthetical this morning.)

Of course, it's equally Sierra Godfrey's fault. She's the one who, in an effort to cheer me up (as you may recall, I was having a rather peevish Monday), reminded me that at least I didn't have "a partially-formed conjoined-but-dead twin growing out of your neck. A plus!"

(I'm forced to agree with her point. That really is a plus.)

Kristina  and Gretchen joined in the conversation, too, so I suppose they should get some of the blame credit. Thanks, ladies!

*ahem* Since I am not one to back away from a Double-Dog Dare, I give you the following: 

Two Heads Are Better Than One

There once was a woman named Fred

Who'd an extra, much smaller, head.

With a scarf she did cover it,

Taking care not to smother it,

Even though it was already dead. 

*bows* Thank you, thank you verra much... (Sorry. Channeling my inner Elvis there.)


Or, in keeping with the theme, if you prefer something from the animal kingdom: 

And lest we forget it's HUMP DAY:

"It's your turn to wear the scarf!"                      "No, it's your turn!"



(Yeah, I know. This post was a little macabre. But we ARE coming up on Halloween, so it's kind of appropriate, right? RIGHT?)