To be fair, I love just about everything that's come out of her vocal chords in the studio. I don't mean to tease her so much... it's just too... sad.

Or am I PMSing and am super-serious for no reason at all?

Heck, it's all in fun. No need to qualify anything.
With a wig like that, she's asking for a little ribbing.
:D

But... but... I've always liked her hair. It was her most redeeming quality, outside of her fantastic voice, which I'm sure will be ruined by smoking crack pipes... unless she gets help, like, STAT.

(See, I'm totally PMSing)

If she dies. I hope they bury her in that wig. It's fabulous.

She's in rehab and maybe she'll get a makeover when she gets out.

Hmm. Yesterday, the 8th, we had a similar arrival at the downtown farmer's mkt. Turns out it was Prince Edward, brother of Prince Charles. Quite a crowd gathered to look at a bunch of black cars and CHP motorcycle cops.

I did not see the prince, however, the market manager's husband is a cop, so I set her on the case.

Amy Winehouse is going to have to find a new favorite bar to get wasted in. The Hawley Arms is on fire, along with a large portion of the Camden Market area in London.

OMG! Camden Market? Where will I go to get my punk rock clothes?

[taking off sunglasses, wiping a bead of sweat off my forhead as I return from a walk to the supermarket in shorts and a t-shirt]

It's still February, right?

It is.

Chris wore a wool sweater to the vet. I had been outside all morning and knew a t-shirt would be just fine. But, did I say anything? NO! (Evil bitch.)

Buster and Charles were the Vet Victims today. Charles had an annual check up and seems healthy but he'll need his teeth cleaned. Buster has a growth on his left rear back and will be going in for surgery on Monday. Hopefully, it's not cancerous.