It’s such odd logic. If I wake up feeling achey and puking, people say, “feel better! let me know if you need some ginger ale or soup,” not “Quit complaining. Some people have CANCER.”
It’s such odd logic. If I wake up feeling achey and puking, people say, “feel better! let me know if you need some ginger ale or soup,” not “Quit complaining. Some people have CANCER.”
I’ve never ben pregnant, but I feel this. I don’t need to be fully made up to leave the house, but I hate not wearing a bra, don’t like wearing sweatpants in public (even in my house, I wear the ones that come it at the ankle because I dislike baggy clothing), and have a vendetta against flip-flops. Sure, she could…
I live near one of the golf courses he owns in Scotland and good god, does he love Trump branding. He also has erected this ugly ass Roman fountain (I think that’s some kind of “signature” of his) in front of the clubhouse that literally goes with none of the surroundings or architecture. All the locals make fun of it…
Yes, that was my thought exactly. “Normally I’m health conscious and say no to the bread basket, so I reflexively said ‘no bread’ when she asked me,” was what I think she meant. Also I have said some dumb shit when drunk/tipsy, so that alone gives her a pass.
I want to say both kimchi jjigae and mul naengmyeon, but I see we are excluding stews. To that I say, whatever and bring on the brothy goodness.
Yes to this picture. I had already planned to make hot and sour soup one night this week for dinner anyhow and it might need to be bumped up to tonight.
She must have confused it with another drink since they have those McCafe items and a lot of people have no idea what they’re really drinking when it comes to coffee anyhow. Jerk move on the pajama lady’s part. Accept it, order something else, and move on (or just leave).
This is a duel I can get behind. The other side is a duel to see who hates women, the working class, and anyone who isn’t white more.
I think it would be amazing if he was doing something like quietly working on a Phd. Something that is too far from the Kardashian brand, but normal parents would be bragging to all their friends about. (PS. I love the Kardashians).
I’m actually surprised an Oscar de la Renta dress cost $4,000. I would expect it to be a lot more, considering the cost of some of the dresses I’ve seen on shows like Say Yes to the Dress.
I clicked it. It actually refers to her Ferrari, not her Rolls Royce. I don’t know what think about any of that.
Right? Anyone who saw his previous posts would know that is a damn lie since he knew his visa was revoked while he was still on US soil. What a drama loving idiot.
I think there’s a lottery every year. I live in the UK right now and I’ve heard people who are considering immigrating speak about it, but haven’t ever looked into it myself—it might just be for citizens of Commonwealth countries. Also I think they have some kind of temporary work program for people under a certain…
Ugh yeah my mom is like this. She is a serial Weight Watchers joiner, then she gets stressed/busy/holidays/whatever, falls off the wagon so to speak, tries a few other things, then WW again. It’s really annoying because I’ll be eating something perfectly reasonable (1 oz of almonds for instance) and she’s like “OMG…
I know a couple who began dating when we were in 8th grade and to my knowledge, have always been together since. They’re married with a kid now (they’ll both be around 26-28 depending on birthdays). It kind of freaks me out, but it’s also sweet? I remember how bad their crushes were on each other. There’s always that…
There would also be a reception dress (or two).
I peed in the sink once because my hideously drunk boyfriend had fallen asleep on the toilet (his birthday party got a little out of control). Could not deal with that situation with a full bladder. You gotta do what you gotta do!
Apology will include an “addiction to porn.”
I looked at the website a few times and their cake and frosting flavors seemed amazing. Damn. I have to say that I liked the owner a little less for his hatred of cupcakes.
LOL. I’m getting married in 12 days (eeee!) and my finance’s friends have been horrible about RSVPing. “I just thought you’d know I was coming,” was heard several times. There were a few guys who are also currently engaged who didn’t RSVP and we had to call to find out if they were coming or not (we all live in the…