Can't fight this (leprous) feeling anymore

So, last weekend's adventures led to a week of learning for me.

I learned that if I stay out in the sun too long (at least here in Utah), I might turn into a leper before the week is out.

You see, had I been intent on committing a crime last week, the police forensics team could have found me in two seconds flat.

Everywhere I went, my skin was sure to follow.

Truthfully, it was a little gross. I mean, if I took off my cardigan, little Karen-snowflakes would fall to the floor.

Getting ready for bed made me feel like I was a snake shedding my skin.

And Tyler told me I was a leper. (Thanks, honey.)

Luckily, (most of) my skin is starting to stay put. By the time this weekend rolls around, I'm thinking (hoping) all will be back to normal.

Wish me luck!