It’s the 21st century, and that means no woman should have to decide between her craft and her career.
It’s the 21st century, and that means no woman should have to decide between her craft and her career.
There is literally an insert in the original post showing her at a grocery store back in the 50's.
This is EASILY the funniest post of the entire thread. lol
Tonight’s Ohio high school football game between the Greenfield-McClain Tigers and Hillsboro Indians featured this…
God, I feel so sorry for that grocery store’s employees. You know the last week (at least) of cleaning and making everything perfect for her visit has been fucking miserable.
See - that’s another fear. You buy shit and it goes to waste. Hate that!
Was Hitler ever happy? No.
Saw a pic of this earlier (the third pic up from bottom or similar shot) — don’t know where. It had the best caption, though:
I’m all lost in the supermarket
I can no longer shop happily
I came in here for that special offer
A guaranteed personality
I wasn’t born so much as I fell out
Nobody seemed to notice me
We had a hedge back home in the suburbs
Over which I never could see
I heard the people who lived on the ceiling
Scream and fight most…
Right?! Call me when she rocks up to an Aldi. Then we’re talking.
That’s utterly ridiculous. She’s Queen. She has people to do that for her.
that is all...
“Yes, but how does the food get to the table? I mean, I SEE the food and other items right here, but how does it get to where it is in the front of you. Where are the silver trays, the goblets...? Is there another section where they keep the footmen. Take me to the footmen section of this food repository...”
I hate shopping when I don’t properly plan for it. Sometimes I just go on a whim with an idea of what I want to make for food that week and I always leave feeling completely deflated and unsatisfied. I have to spend a good hour or so scouring my fridge and coming up with a detailed an organized list for grocery…
“Paper or plastic, mum?”
Of course it was a Waitrose. Of course. No Tesco Metro for the Queen.
Always good to see a healthy 90-year-old walking on her own, having a pleasant time learning something new. One of my friends, a wonderful, life-filled woman of 86, teaches, drives, throws and sells pots, produces gorgeous Chinese paintings, and cracks Sicilian jokes. Her schedule would wear me out, but she carries…