I like a dry, windy 90 degrees or a clear-skyed, windless 65 degrees.
I like a dry, windy 90 degrees or a clear-skyed, windless 65 degrees.
My eyes are tearing up with laughter and happiness and love for the great sea cows! Kudos to you, sir!
This comment should win a goddam Nobel Prize.
If you’re in South Florida you can pretty much always find them by the FPL power station in Ft Lauderdale (near Port Everglades). They congregate for the warm water produced by the plant.
OH. MY. GOD.
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Anything under 68 degrees is too damn cold.
Habitat for Huge Manatees.
Anne Shirley would have killed for that dress...the puffy sleeves are to die for.
She was the only one to receive a queen’s funeral, though! And the last one to get “young and handsome King Henry” and not “gout and obesity King Henry,” so I guess it could have been worse.
1. Be born noble
I half hoped this was going to be advice from Queen Jane Seymour. I’d read that.
I feel like this should be republished under author, Blake Lively, with Jane Seymour as the ghost writer.
- “Hang your collection of straw hats in your hall instead of smart wallpaper.”
Good sweet god, it’s like a singularity of tulle and chintz and Laura Ashley wallpaper and swans and straw rugbeaters as decor and great, choking clouds of L’Aire du Temps. In other words, ROMANTIC GLAMOUR. Just reading this, I feel like I’m being buried alive in mound of rose potpourri, wrapped in this:
Lady puts her money where her mouth is and bought a whole damned castle. If I recall though, this did not end well. The dream died as the repair and upkeep on something like that was a huge drain on her personal finances. If I recall.
I shit you not, yesterday during my nap I had a nightmare about a tv sitcom from the 90's starring Jane Seymour with a bad laugh track and I couldn’t get the tv off button to work.