Finally got around to cleaning out my closet after seven years of neglect. I somehow managed to purge most of what I needed to in one day. The craziest thing I came across while sorting through the pack-rat mess? Bird feathers. No, not cute-pink-bachelorette-party-feather-boa feathers. Actual real live bird feathers. They were in a handbag. I was prepared to dig into an old purse and find a stick of gum older than my dog, but bird feathers? WTF??
I wish I could remember the night they got in there. Ah, youth.
Monday, August 4, 2008
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