I’m sitting on the porch. I’m make-up-less (made up word?) with dirty hair and covered in coffee, caramel, milk and frappuccino sauce when I realize that today I’m supposed to take a picture of myself. For a second I was going to be totally honest in my picture and show you a make-up-less haggard Whitney, but then I thought it would be more fun to use the comic book filter.

Believe it or not my hands were on my hip and I was attempting to look noble like a comic book hero would, but I more or less look tired with a dash a crazy. Considering that I’ve been up since 4:00am and worked without any breaks all day I’d say I look ok.