Glambrarian
Glambrarian
Glambrarian

Golly, I wish I had good advice - sincerity should always be returned with honesty. Maybe you could wear a really cerebral T-shirt to the gym? Something in Latin or the quadratic equation? The physics teacher at my school had an absolutely amazing physique and a brain to match, so it does happen, clearly. Advertise

YES. All I can think when I see a really perfect body is, "Wow, that's a lot of time you're not spending reading." I mean, MAYBE he's listening to Homer on his iPod while benching 250, but I bet not.

My older son is eight and I've already asked the doctor about it. She was surprised but pleased. Boys should get it too! And especially this one - he has looooooved women since before he could formulate words to express it, so I have no illusions he will wait till he's seventeen and/or slightly smarter. We've already

Ugh. I live in the 'Sota and wish I didn't. Everyone here thinks the weather makes up for being underpaid - I can't pay the fucking rent with sunshine, can I? It's artsy, but in a sanitized-for-your-protection kind of way: the ballet is the Nutcracker, opera is Die Fledermaus, exhibits are Renoir, food is either sushi

It's like Matthew Barney went to work in a Hummel factory.

If I may direct your attention below . . . I tried posting this on Groupthink but I don't think I'm important enough yet or something. In any case, I'd love to have it read and discussed, pretty please my lovelies?
http://glambrarian.kinja.com/there-is-no-wa…

I believe they are Van Cleef and Arpel, but that does seem a little "establishment" for her.

I showed this to my husband and said, "Hey, look at this! I would totally buy one for you if I had the money!" He looked, patted my bum, and said, "But I already have one at home."

At most bulk or natural foods stores you can buy herbs and spices by the pinch. I bought a big handful of cloves yesterday for 69 cents, enough for a year.

Half the people in the video are women.

I called my younger son My Little Barnacle because he was always attached to my hull. Seriously, that kid was so hungry I dropped two dress sizes in six weeks eating anything I wanted. He was way more parasitic outside than in!

Do you mean catamites in the classical sense, or are you being metaphorical and applying it to anyone who simply cannot control their overwhelming desire for something?

I believe you. For my own part, I have informed a few key people around me that I myself do not actually suffer from PMS. Rather I have a compromised immunity to bullshit that manifests every 28 days and it's up to them to protect me by not being dicks, kind of like wearing a mask if you have a virus. And, I take

See, now I'm all over the Chocolate Frosted Fudge. I told my kids they're coffee flavor to keep them out of my private stash. With vanilla ice cream? Let's give that a Fench name and kick that cronut shit to the curb.