No secret why Nicole dropped out of hosting the Singapore GP — her ex is one of the big time drivers, and it would probably be AWKward to run into him, and his dad, who's said to be behind the breakup.
No secret why Nicole dropped out of hosting the Singapore GP — her ex is one of the big time drivers, and it would probably be AWKward to run into him, and his dad, who's said to be behind the breakup.
It's like Jezebel Island, except with a charismatic leader.
Arrrrrgh! And te'morry will be the sixth anniversary of me throwin' caution to the wind and buying myself a fine schooner* with me plunder.
Awww, but I've always thought that a bit of a muffin top was adorably sexy. Even though I'm straight. And female.
@PaintedTrollop: Oh, my condolences.
@Poubelle: Oh, man. I had a black bracelet in seventh grade, and remember having a sub tell me to take it off, because there was no way in hell any of my classmates would ever kiss me, much less do me.
Hammer pants cropped to shorts length are still a no.
I'm considering throwing myself into traffic.
@edna electro: Coffee also worked for the hubs, so she might consider that.
@edna electro: Odd. My husband has gout (which turns out to be a symptom of Crohn's disease, who knew?) and he was encouraged by his rheumatologist to drink carbonated beverages. It was the one time I'd ever heard a doctor say that a coke was ok.
My mom is 62, looks like she's in her late 40s and was diagnosed with full-blown osteoporosis this summer after years of being borderline. She had been popping those once-a-week pills like the good little girl she was, but washing it down with a Diet Coke.
I've been described as a flaming fat bitch. I'd say it's pretty accurate.
Why do I keep flashing back to Charleton Heston in a fountain? And why do I keep wanting to mumble the name "Mathias" over and over?
Bless her heart.
@LaComtesse: I am hypnotized by Mr. Kane. Maybe he could denounce Mr. Gosselin in one of his newspapers.
Oh, so he's a Nice Guy, eh? Ok. I have one piece of advice for his current girlfriend — run. Now.
@tell Dolly Parton again: I will now make my annual apology for being a slack-jawed yokel trashing up Midtown in December 2005.
I wept when I read the news. My husband's first reaction was to ask who would push health care legislation through now?
I cannot hate on JCP since the local one opened a Sephora boutique. I can get my hands on Philosophy shower gel without benefit of FedEx.
There's something subversively alluring to me in the idea of locking all the "objectionable" books in a fireproof safe, especially when we live in a world where one in 10 Americans either believes Hawaii isn't part of the union, or is unsure.