If ever there were a morning that called for a stop at Starbucks...but alas I was running late-ish so I came straight to work. Now I can barely keep my eyes open, people already seem exceedingly stupid and I kind of have a headache.
Look at her up there...don't you just want to mug her for that cup of coffee? And that sweater? And that skirt? And the number of her hair stylist and makeup artist?