Grumpy met Grumpy and now the Internet can go home.
Obviously "waking up on the wrong side of the bed" is a very real menace—I've been storming around all morning because last night I had a dream that I got fat-shamed by Guy Fieri. (He was passing around "Guy's Bitchin' Pork Gelatin Garlic Fries" and he goes, "Here, Lindy, you look like you want the BIGGEST HONKER IN…
Last night on Late Night with Jimmy Fallon, a very grumpy Janeane complained about coffee, bitched about Twitter, grumbled about male footwear and generally sounded like a crotchety old lady. If only she'd screamed, "Get off my lawn!" Instead, she sniped, "I was born in the 1920s." Clip mashup, left.
Proof positive that even bloggers need a day off on President's Day: A crappy, months-old pedicure peeking out of a hole in the cat socks your mom put in your Christmas stocking in 2002.