Didn’t see your comment, and came here to say the same thing. Horrible idea.
Didn’t see your comment, and came here to say the same thing. Horrible idea.
Let me guess: Houston?
As a person who grew up in Pittsburgh, I can’t imagine, from a geographic feature point of view, any place worse for self-driving cars. Between the damn rivers and bridges and hugely steep hills and the roads that zig-zag, this sounds like a recipe for disaster.
I’m in the process of buying the house and am going to redo the kitchen. The question: What won’t look dated in ten years? I have no idea.
I wish more people were bananas!
Paxton? Of all people she picked Paxton? He is too busy filing baseless suits against the federal government to get involved in something like this.
That is called being a teacher.
Great story. And kudos to TCM for hiring her!
Probably eyelash extensions.
Finally, someone who feels the same way I do about gazpacho.
As a woman who needs a larger size, I love Swimsuits for All. I found it after I had to give up Land’s End’s skirted tankinis after the whole Gloria Steinem thing, and am happy with the three I bought to take to Florida last week (one was the flamingo one). They let you be a larger size and still feel sexy without…
I think it would be hard to jaunt in those shoes.
I can’t even figure out what this is. It makes your eyelids shiny? I don’t get it. I sound like the old lady I am, I guess.
Why do rich people like Nikki Hilton get not one, but two, baby showers? Can’t they afford anything they want? Do people really need to give them onesies? Maybe their onesies are jewel-encrusted or something, which I guess would make them more expensive.
Seriously, nothing can make we work out STAT. Not even Lea Michele’s playlist.
On the contrary, I think this has everything to do with Taylor Swift and break ups.
I liked how Dorinda (Also, what is up with that name? It makes her sound like a long-lost sister of the Wizard of Oz witches.) threw everyone out . . . and no one went home. LuAnn just sat around in her mink vest and complained about how she was hot.
These stories are beautiful, and so are the stop motion videos made from them.
Yogurt is just really, really, really sad pudding.
What are those pillowy fried-looking things on Hugh’s breakfast plate? They look exactly like something I could eat a lot of.