Dateline, Saturday, March 25, 6:45 am. I forgot to turn the darned alarm clock off, so I got blasted out of bed by Live at 6:30 this morning. Noooooo. I sooo didn't need that. But by then, the cat was bugging me for breakfast, so there was no rolling over and pulling the covers up over my head.

I fed her, got my morning coffee, and checked my email. The picture you see was waiting for me in my inbox.

Every once in awhile, a friend of mine goes on a joke forwarding email rampage. Sometimes they're funny; most of the time they're schmaltzy. They're never dirty. She's almost my mother's age. But cuss words are allowed in Arkansas. This is one of the funnier ones she sent along to me. Considering what time I got up on a weekend, losing precious sleep, because of Bose user error, this was just what I needed to see. It looks scarily like me, at the moment.