Happy STREEP Day. That's all.

*Naturally, seeing how fun that moment of posting a fabulous shot of Streep was, not to mention the enormous amount of work I had to complete, like any good junkie I could hardly stop at one once I started. Plus, it was a fun way to familiarize myself more with her resume. Soon, of course, my penchant for clever pun-filled taglines or headlines took over as well, although there is a noticeable bell-curve in quality as the day goes on (I assume just half of the blame, since a sculptor is only as good as his medium). Enjoy.*
Mamma Mia! It's STREEP's birthday!

We counted The Hours until STREEP's big day!

STREEP's birthday? That IS good, isn't it?!

I don't Doubt we'll have a blast tonight celebrating STREEP!

I would come Out of Africa to celebrate STREEP's 60th

It is a Prime night to celebrate STREEP!

I'd sell my soul to Isabella Rosellini to look good for STREEP.

It would be an Unfortunate Event if we missed celebrating the anniversary of the birth of STREEP

STREEP 2012

I'd become a lesbian in a strange 1980s Woody Allen movie for STREEP

And speaking of lesbians...STREEP

You know it would be Sophie's Choice to celebrate the birthday of STREEP

*This little three-peat number is an example of problem-solving and I'm particularly proud of it.*
I would cross the Bridges of Madison County..

Over the River Wild..

to go Dancing at Lughnasa in honor of STREEP

*That IS good, isn't it?*
I wouldn't mind being a French Lieutenant's Woman like STREEP

I'd actually consider getting a pedicure with STREEP.

Who's the only girl who could out-bad El Barto? Oh, that's right...STREEP

I'd even watch this claptrap again in order to revel in the glory of STREEP (but don't quote me on it)

*And the following was entirely true, as this whole glorious time-waster was but a blip on the out-of-control radar that was yesterday. But see how efficient I am, extending a time-waster into a second work day so I don't have to waste time coming up with a new time-waster?*
And now, exhausted, unshowered/changed, straight from a ten hour day at work, I am dragging my tired and unsexy-feeling ass to celebrate a genius at a gay bar in WeHo on Musical Monday. And one final time I now say:
