I was a guinea pig this weekend. Lance had a photo shoot and needed to set up the lighting, so I was called in to model. So, while he was adjusting the lights, I went digging in the closets for funny outfits, just like a kid. The fur coat is Aunt Olla's, in storage here because it takes up too much room in her closet at the Hilton. I guess this is what is called being "pimped out." At least that is what somebody said, although I can't imagine the phrase as a compliment.