My knee hurts from standing too long at work. Or maybe because I'm starting to feel a little aged. Speaking of age, I finally figured out why I like all the technicolor dream prints at work laid over cheesy-ass tiger/leopard/zebra print...two words: Lisa. Frank.

My girls of the 90s will know what I'm talking about. (They'll also know these initials: JTT. How's that blast from your tween past for ya?) Lisa Frank and the orgy of ponies, dolphins, tigers and unicorns frolicking through an LSD-wonderland all over our trapper keepers (Damn, these references just keep rolling along, don't they?), pencils/pencil cases/erasers, and other lumps of pink sparkle plastic masquerading as school supplies.


(Isn't that dolphin picture amazing? What would the world be like if we contemplated that for a half hour a day? I'm up for hearing some suggestions!)


Um...are they pooping shards of rainbow?