I don't normally pay attention to celebrities, but. . .

. . . I somehow managed to be exposed to all the news about Britney Spears. And I guess there's some schadenfreude going on about watching a celebrity self-destruct this way.

My reaction?

I want to take her home, put her in flannel footy pajamas, wrap a quilt around her shoulders, give her a mug of hot chocolate with marshmallows, or a pint of ice cream, or both, and watch all the Muppet Movies in a row with her.