While I sit here dying from the plague, or walking pneumonia, or tuberculosis, or consumption, or whatever the hell it is that I have, why don't you enjoy this gorgeous picture of Shae from before we went to court on Wednesday?
straight out of central casting? Curls, perfect skin, white sweater, blue-and-white seersucker dress, stockings with ruffles on the butt, black Mary Janes, her head cocked just so?
Couldn't even decide how to crop this picture -- I mean, really, doesn't she look like a (significantly less creepy) Madame Alexander doll? How freaking lucky are we?