by Jessica P. Ogilvie
These days, there’s no such thing as too much Betty White. I can’t even remember how it started anymore. Was it SNL? The untimely demise of a fellow Golden Girl? The premiere of Hot in Cleveland?
Ah well — no matter, at this point. Betty’s back, which is fine by me, and now you can even wear her like you once wore Che.
[Via Lost in E Minor]