TremulousCadenceSlow
TremulousCadenceSlow
TremulousCadenceSlow

Believe you me, my post was meant as a slight against Paula Deen, not the English. I’m sorry she dragged the good name of your countrymen into that mess.

Noooo! That sounds amazing / hoffifying. *runs to YouTube*

That’s pretty sparing for a PD recipe. Most of them, she dumps in a whole stick.

I’m sorry you’re broken. :(

Y’ALL. It’s not just food bloggers. Check out this ridiculous Paula Deen “recipe”:

Jesus fuck, fashion. Get it together.

Yeah, if you have a super great idea that you don’t run by your co-workers before implementing in this massively public setting, it’s because, deep down, you know it’s a stupid fucking idea they’d have rightly shut down.

RIP, you wondrous, mad fool.

The crinkly little newborn ear has slain me. I write now from the great beyond.

Mine don’t look like me, either. I always say I was just their pod person.

Hugs to you. Just ... so many hugs. Your story cut way close to an experience of my own. I’m sorry this happened to you. Have another hug.

Are the Sackville-Wests of any relation to the Sackville-Bagginses?

He’s got a great many sad things happening.

Get it, lady! After breastfeeding for a total of about 6 years, I swore I was going to retire my gals in style with a lift and modest implant. Still haven’t had it done yet, but it’s on the radar. Our bodies do so much. We’re allowed to take care of them howsoever we deem best.

I want to see the think piece about Travolta. That’s a hot mess.

I’m getting major Polyphonic Spree vibes from that caftan up top.

Every word of this is gospel truth. Hallelujah and amen. Pass the Duke’s mayo.

It’s like she’s literally using Barbie Savior’s Instagram as a how-to guide.

Look, it isn’t about smell. My tender, oily, sensitive skin has needs that cannot be met by his tub of Lava soap or whatever the eff it is he’s got going on in there. I’m happy for him to use my soap if he’d like (and sometimes he does!), but I’m not about to use his.

Shampoos tend to be more of a free-for-all, as I

“Lay Down With Dogs” = all the YAAAAASSS. 10 / 10, would lunch.

One of our dog joints colors outside the lines with a wild game selection that varies depending on what’s available. My Mr. recently enjoyed an elk dog and pronounced it delightful. I tend to stick to the classic with mustard and rotating through slaw,