1998 was the year of Prozac.

A very good year for Prozac.

Now if you want to pass out the sympathy, give it to my husband since he wakes up to this pretty much every day.  What is bad is that the hair is really mine....arggh.  This was a last minute rush job.  You would be surprised to see what you can do with a little white grease paint and all your mother's lipsticks.