Talk about your pick-me-ups.
I think it’s clear now what I’m meant to do. I need to grow out my hair so I can straighten it like so,
get a crazy tan, blue contacts, procure Judy Maxwell’s entire wardrobe complete with plaid carry-on bag, and a time machine so young Ryan O’Neal and I can start our life together. Sleeping on a piano will be fun, I think.
And in another example how one good thing begets another, while looking for pictures from “What’s Up, Doc?” that do Babs justice I stumbled upon THIS little gem.
Oh, God please say yes…