Somewhere out in the universe I have an alter-ego. She has bright red streaks in her hair, a star tattoo, wears thick black liner cat eye style, and has a loft in the city. If the alter-Whitney had a theme song, this would be it. Whenever I hear it on the radio, I touch that alter-ego for half a heartbeat and for that moment, both she and I are bouncing around our cars in harmony...I in my mini-van and she in a '68 dodge charger.
On another random note, this particular Whitney, is a horribly mean mommy. Yes, I took a picture before helping the poor girl out. I promise we did get it out eventually.