you can have anything you want, but you better not take it from me

Nothing makes this middle age suburban housewife feel more bad ass while walking her tiny dog through my cookie-cutter community while wearing sensible shoes and conservative cotton blend slacks and toting a plastic bag full of animal waste than having Guns N' Roses' "Welcome To The Jungle" come on the iPod. I believe this is what you'd see if you looked up the phrase 'living the dream.' In the words of the prophet Rose, "Hungh."

Or something like that.



(sidebar - if you looked up 'humidity' you'd see a picture of me following my walk with hair looking suspiciously like Axl's)