It's either all or nothing with me. That's just the way I roll, my peeps. [Don't I sound like a middle-aged beige woman trying out her hipster-speak? I kill myself.]
A picture of my happy place* for the day:
Dear Eight Pound, Six Ounce, Newborn Baby Jesus that is too goddamned funny.
Okay, I've met my New Year's Blasphemy Quota and I'm really ready for 2008 now.
*Hey! I saw some of you screw-up your faces in fear and (don't deny it, shitheads) disgust. Did you actually think I was going to flash a pic of MY "happy place"? Pearls before swine. I'd never do that...unless, of course, I had this on my [oops. not work safe-->] happy