Happy 08/08/08!

It comes but once a century, after all. Already this morning I have dropped my camera and gotten poked in the face with a cactus. AND it's the year of the rat. I should race right out and buy lottery tickets and head for Hollywood Park.

After all that waiting and hullabaloo, I am just not that crazy about her.

There is such a strong contrast between her face and her hair and she's so pale that she's whey-faced. Meh. I don't know but she's LIFO at this point.