You know, it's hardly worth writing about that Britney (above, in her better days) was taken to the Looney Bin last night to be observed for a handful of days.
We've had a good relationship. I've loved your crazy outfits. I loved it when you went bald. I loved it when you stripped down to your underwear in the middle of the day and jumped in the ocean. Those were moments we'll treasure as we watch your kids grow older.
But home girl, these middle of the night ambulance rides have got to stop. My obsession has its limits.