Oh Chuck, Where Did You Go?

I miss that train wreck. Ok, I know I shouldn't encourage "da crazy," but consider it one of my guilty pleasures. I can't help myself.



So, what have I been doing to occupy my mind since Charlie's disappeared from the headlines and my T.V.? This:



It's called eiffling and during the Tour de France, Radio Shack gave prizes for the best eiffliers. Not to brag, but I won. You don't know about eiffling? I'm sorry. You're probably out there planking and/or owling. I don't want to be the one to tell you it's lame, but here's someone who loves both planking and owling. And we've established that she's an annoying a-hole, haven't we?