I woke up this morning and had that blah feeling.

You know; when you just know the day is going to be bad, bad, bad. I tripped over my laundry basket on the way to the bathroom, ran out of hot water mid-shower, and decided to wear my hair curly only to find out that my gel was gone and I was forced to use crunch-causing mousse. Then I put on my favorite work outfit - black pants, white shirt, black cardigan - only to find out that my staple white shirt had a giant soy sauce stain right on the left boob pocket.

Damn you, sushi!

So, you can imagine my relief when I turned on my computer and found this gem in my in-box. Never has anything turned my frown upside down faster. What difference does a soy sauce stain make when you have this little troll awkwardly swinging her (HUGE) hands around as she lip syncs to her latest jam? Read More »