I’m in my 30s and live in Houston, I wear sleeveless cotton/linen/silk blend dresses for most of the summer. I also have a hand full of cotton skirts (a-line) and sleeveless shells. Either case, I wear under light cardigans on the office, or under a light blazer, that I take off before going outside.

I grew up eating them on crackers and honestly had never even thought about tossing them in pasta! What a great idea.

Andie, that was the perfect response. Perfect.

You can actually just drop the egg into the ramen and not dirty a pan, I used to do this all the time in college when I just had a minifridge and microwave. a minute or so of stirring will break the egg up and it will cook like in egg drop soup.

Frittata. I usually have bacon, some kind of leafy greens in the freezer, and then always eggs.

Whoa this sounds amazing! Chervil + truffle + lobster butter on a steak sounds so indulgent.

EUCERIN 4 LYFE

Making arrangements can be so hard, but I wish more people would confront it head on — your dad sounds like he was really trying to figure out what she wanted and do right by those wishes.

I think it is the classic intersection of culture (mexican), gender politics (two living sons cannot be bothered to spend more than 6 hours interacting with either parent), geography (two children live in different states), unresolved abuse that was never addressed, and just general fear of being confronted with…

^^^ ME

Here’s what I’m waiting for: my grandma, pretty ill, like feeding tube ill, is the mentally competent one who has managed to squirrel away over a million dollars, mostly through insane depression-era penny pinching moves like eating really, really expired food and refusing to kick the heat on until it starts snowing…

I get the feeling they keep trying to fire him and Kathie Lee keeps throwing him life lines.

Somewhere a network TV exec is furrowing his brow, trying to find a work-around to make this filmable.

I didn’t even think about it like that. Do my friends even LIKE me, jesus, last year one gave me a homemade birthday present.

But we have no idea how, exactly, they extracted these funds/items/promises from her. What if they coerced her with threats of abandonment, violence, other abhorrent things?

It only takes one Chevy Chase to completely ruin those white sand beaches.

Its like, thanks, but could you also give me a lifetime supply of bug repellent and make the whole island air conditioned? Kthnxbaiiiiii

I’m sorry, this totally and completely takes the cake, the conclusion of the Vanity Fair article:

I’m listening to Roy Orbison and somehow Crying matched up perfectly with Dwight and now in my mind it’s always going to be Dwight Orbison.

FUCK HER RIGHT IN THE DOUBLE OVEN!