Okay, so Debbie Harry is awesome. There must be no confusion about that point. She's terrifically cool, and I kind of wish she were my next door neighbor, because I feel like you'd always have an interesting conversation with her over the rose bushes, and she'd invite you to her Christmas party, which would be LOUD and full of weird mixed drinks, and you'd agree to feed her dogs for her while she was on vacation because that way you could sort of nose around her house and look at her platinum records and peek in her medicine cabinet. However, she would also be the kind of neighbor where you'd be sitting in your breakfast room drinking a cup of coffee and reading the gossips and she'd come wandering out of her house and out to her car, and she'd be wearing, like, two KFC buckets, a Hefty bag and a pair of garden hoses and you and your husband would look at each other and just sort of chuckle and shake your heads. You know, something like this:
Did she steal that Fez from the Muppet Show? I'm actually not even joking. I'd like to know.
