Fur-real? For real.

It was Prom 1989. Remember back that far? The only thing I need to do to bring back memories from 20 years ago is to take a whif of some Aqua Net or listen to Duran Duran.

Anyhow, it's prom night and my Grandma just HAD to take pictures of me. No problem, I thought, it's not like I've got anything better to do....not.

But since I have always been respectful of the gray-haired I went to my grandma's house with my $89 JCPenney dress on and my high heals, the "DYE-ABLES" that I had dyed to match my dress exactly. Holy crap, do they even do that anymore? Geesh, I was really matchy-matchy that night.

So I get to my grandma's house and she's like, "Oh, you'll be cold in that strapless dress, why don't you wear my fur shawl"..."um, yeah grandma, I'm gonna rock that shawl in 1989 with a bunch of 18 year olds. I'm still a virgin but I don't want to look like one." I kept thinking that the shawl ought to get me to the bottom of the popular list right quick.

So I complied, took several pictures wearing a dead animal that smelled like a vacuum cleaner bag. You can tell that I only put it on half-way, that way I can be half-happy and grandma can be half-happy. And by the way, the shawl never made it out of the house. I "accidentally" left it there. Now excuse me while I go sew some shoulder pads into my T-shirts and go light my eyeliner on fire.