(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
*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?)