There's no way to be unhappy when you ogle Miranda Kerr. It's impossible. I've tried. Last week, Cousin Jonathan horked the last Fudgesicle from the mini-freezer without warning me. It was pretty epic level disappointment when I reached into the Frigidaire for my frozen chocolate end of day treat to grasp only emptiness and the icy echo of regret. But, a couple Miranda Kerr post-baby hotness photos later, I was feeling no pain. That's extreme testing under the harshest of emotional conditions.
These Miranda Kerr pictures from some environmentally focused fancy pants gala over the weekend are just another notch in the Miranda Kerr return to hotness resume. More than enough sextastic to drive away the Monday blues. Enjoy.