It was the last interesting thing that branch of the family did until my grandfather died of a heart attack in his car on Christmas Eve 45 years later.
It was the last interesting thing that branch of the family did until my grandfather died of a heart attack in his car on Christmas Eve 45 years later.
I’m sure this is the official story (I can’t double check because only my “uncle” and maybe a sister who would’ve been about 9 at the time of his birth are still alive). But I just feel like the odds are stronger that one of her four then-unmarried daughters between the ages of 13 and 26 had a little something to hide…
The Churchills and the Spencers are, as are the Spencers and the Middletons.
My great-grandmother had* her 11th kid when she was 53.
Seriously, I bet this cat goes on all the fucking time about how she’s PRACTICALLY FAT by Hollywood standards, and how she’s SO REGULAR and she eats chee-tos and wipes her fingers on her designer fur, haha, just like you sad normals! Look at the cat falling over, OMG so relatable, not like those other cats with their…
I feel like I would look like a drag Richard III in that, but go you!
I’m so much more enthusiastic about your version.
I’m told there’s a fire pit involved, and meatloaf sliders.
One of the hosts helpfully rephrased it for me as “ski lodge chic” once I asked him outright.
OK, I’m so glad this was written, because I’ve only ever seen these guys on some weird segments on Nickelodeon between episodes of Friends and/or Fresh Prince that I might have fallen asleep while watching, and I kind of thought I’d hallucinated them until just now.
The friends whose New Year’s party I’m going to specified “winter finest” for their “Apres ski” themed* party, and I have spent two weeks now trying to sort out what that means. Like actual finery but winter colors/weights, or what we would wear hanging out around at the hearth’s edge at this mythical ski lodge?
“I will be in Paris, with a friend, which is just fab, enjoying the new La Reserve hotel and spa, and I’ll pack everything that feels classically Paris. I’ll be dining with friends at Frenchie in Paris after spending the whole day unapologetically in the spa. I am sure there will be some dancing involved later on if…
Is it because or in spite of my love for Giada that I would die to have been seated near ADA Alex Cabot and the other one to hear them bitching about her?
The church I grew up going to was staffed by Dominicans! They’re the greatest. Of course, I never go to mass now because everyone else sucks so hard by comparison...
Tell her she needs better nuns! This bunch did a good job during college; I don’t think my aunt ever tried to pay them off for any of my adult issues.
They were my aunt’s favorite order*! I got soooo many cards during finals in college telling me they were praying on my behalf.
Like all babies, she looks like Churchill.
I walked into my hairdresser’s last night and described what I wanted as “like the one Kate Middleton just got, but with more personality and less disaster bangs.” And he got it exactly right.
YES. I demand at least Poldark level chest hair!