Eventful week last week!  Hanging with a friend in Central Park, and found $12!  Thought, "Hey, it's our lucky day!  Maybe we'll get a slice?"  Nope.

Turns out it was what they call a "sting operation."  Undercover cops literally jumped out of the trees, arrested me, handcuffed me, put me in a cop car, and took me to, what's that word... oh right, the slammer!  

Handled it like a champ.  Didn't even shed a tear.  Joked with the cops while I waited for Ashton Kutcher to come out. ...Then I suddenly remembered it's no longer the 90's, and I'm not actually friends with Ashton Kutcher, when they said "She's so cute, it's gonna be hard go through with this."  The jig was up.

The cops were very nice though - they felt so bad that they cuffed me loose enough to pull my hand out for breaks.  (though I always put my hand back in the cuffs - had I already become institutionalized in my 2 hour stay?!?)

I learned a lot from my time on the inside.  ...And by learned a lot, I mean peed my pants.  You can bet your peed pants, I will never pull a tag off of a mattress again!!

Rest assured, we can all sleep a little better at night knowing the streets are safe from Holly Hobby, and her wet bloomers.

I'm unavailable for questions, as I'll be laying low for a while south of the border - you know, Taco Bell in New Jersey.