Okay, I’m…pretty sure…that only my female readers will appreciate this, but damn, isn’t it a nice feeling when you’re scrambling around getting dressed in the morning and notice that for whatever reason of bra fitting and the fact that you haven’t thrown a shirt on yet, for one bright shining moment, you have absolutely perfect classic décolletage?

Possibly we need a “good boob day” to go with the good hair day.

I needed this emotional pick-me-up because I’m on my way to the tax guy. I’m pretty sure that the IRS is beyond the reach of prayer or good vibes, but at the moment, I’m willing to grasp at straws…