While certainly not the street drug, the "crack" could be the beginning of something new, the split of my pants, or the demise of my angst-ridden mind. Which one am I serving up today? Read on. Feel free to comment, argue, dismiss, or inform. I welcome it all.
Sunday Funday . . .
In honor of Easter, I give you three British women (that go by "Loose Women" . . . it is like The View only British and way, way less annoying) engaged in competitive egg blowing. It is as awkward as you might presume/hope/pray . . .