I don’t think I could do it, but I sure as hell would threaten it. Very quietly. Like a snake hiss in his ear.

You should have posted the picture with Saatchi’s hand around Nigella’s throat. If I had any idea how to post pictures, I would have. Disgusting man.

Ahh, the greed train is finally coming off the rails...

I bought my son the personalized beanbag chair. Not ashamed.

all valuable information but you kind of tore the seams of your argument with the caveat that you don’t have the disease...but it’s just a LITTLE stigma, right? :)

Boring, boring, boring. Another year in which I buy only black....

Here’s my theory, for what it’s worth. Hubby stepped out and blamed Bitsy’s career. She didn’t like getting up before dawn to be on the air (I do it every day - believe me, being awake and authoritative before the sun comes up is exhausting) and somewhere along the line, she pissed someone off at Fox. Buh bye, Bits....

Am I the only person who thinks that the BABY is the present?? Fuck her, fuck women who think they deserve “push presents” and fuck the spineless men they’re with. The BABY is the gift.

aka the “Fuck You” song.

wait. a chair as a centerpiece? this cannot be correct.

Because she is. She’s not some poor rancher’s wife making-do with what she can bring home from her monthly trip to the Wal-Mart Superstore in East Overshoe, she married one of the wealthiest cattle ranchers in the country. Her persona makes me want to punch her in the mouth and her recipes are nothing to write home…

Your otherwise spot-on reply contained but one wee mistake I would like to, respectfully, correct. Mickey Rooney was in Breakfast at Tiffany’s. Andy Rooney was the cranky old guy at the end of 60 Minutes. Carry on.

I had exactly two drinks once I found out I was pregnant - a margarita the night I went into labor (because I fucking wanted one and it was my damn due date) and a couple of months earlier, a beer. Both drinks with substantial meals. I did make the mistake of having the beer in the presence of my sister-in-law who…

I figure any man who gets that close to my ladybits has already made his decision...

I like that the Dior gown had sleeves. I am beyond over strapless wedding gowns.

I swear by blinc mascara. I get it at Sephora. It surrounds your lashes with what can only be described as tubes. With a good eyelash curler, my lashes are un-clumpy, un-smudged and even pretty awesome after a nap. They slip off easily when you’re washing your face and you’ll never stain a pillowcase or a face towel.

I can’t get my favorite mascara at Ulta, so while I do shop there, I still love me some Sephora. In fact, I love it so much I even have a frequent buyer card for the one on the Champs d’Elysees...and I live in New Jersey.

People, this is why one might consider not waxing one’s ladyparts. A robust trim on the regular works for me. And in my experience, no man says no once he arrives at the promised land.

DarkCloudLives wrote: “They could have had remote start. However, I doubt it.”

Wow. That is about the most narcissistic thing I’ve read in a while. Someone goes out of their way to choose a gift for you and you think they should already KNOW how deeply and enduringly GRATEFUL you are. Good manners are about making others feel comfortable, they are about treating others well. That comment was the…