Sometimes I walk right into the mural covered wall labelling Mellinals, Generation Yers or whatever they're calling those of us who grew up with Smurf sheets and ninja turtle pajams these days.
That's right - sometimes I need the final result yesterday. Read as: anytime I am forced to eat dinner while having a fortune cooking waiting for my poorly manicured phalages to tear it to pieces - its just not going to happen.
And, it's a good thing, too.
Because apparently "Happy news is on its way to you [me]"
On an even more random note, I've recently become addicted to Instagram. It's a fool-proof way to share pictures on your iphone.