Sweet mother of pearl. I feel like wet laundry. Bedraggled. Note to present and future self: this body circa 1981 cannot quite withstand 20 yr old late night shenanigans. Drowning achy sorrows in my new book and Day 8 Olympic Swimming finals. Goooo Phelps!
In other news: Yarn Bombing. Guerrilla knit-meisters on the prowl. Removable granny graffiti. What a brainwave. 1) who has the time or inclination for this? 2) only in developed nations and 3) why are people so awesome?
That's right. You know this car was just asking for it.