This morning I teleported over at the invitation of a dear friend. All seemed well... until suddenly my spiffy prim hair and prim skirt vanished!
I know, now, how the narrator of "The Tell-Tale Heart" felt. Does he know? More pleasant conversation... Is he seeing me as I see myself?
"Villains!" I shrieked, "dissemble no more! I admit the deed! —tear up the planks! here, here! —It is the beating of his hideous heart!"
OK, I'm exaggerating, and the hair and skirt did eventually reappear. But I had to ask!
P.S. While we're talking about prim hair... I love my prim hair, but it's always funny to watch it materialize—er, rez. (The influence of Tron continues...) For a second I look tonsured. ("Good morning, Brother Melissa...") Then, thank goodness, the tresses appear. Whew.