Thank you for the link. :)

I went to check. “pink demi beef” brings up some pretty good recipes for standing rib roasts.

No. Jealous. ( I have so much in my queue that by the time I get to “Dior and I” Raf may not even be there. Hope he is though)

I wish the expression “any publicity is good publicity” would retreat to its fortune cookie. That may have been the case before social media but now it seems like overKill.

Sandra’s boyfriend has good taste in ex-girlfriends. She’s adorable.

Wasn’t it Mariah. “I don’t know that person” level shade?

Maybe Kylie needed someone over 21 to sign the lease papers?

Poor little Fanda. Getting littler everyday ;) (Giving up all soda is smart. I always fall into the diet soda trap and “they” say it keeps your sweet tooth going)

Very cool. “Thank You” flowers. Off to google.

Diaper rash. And colic.

I’ve said it before, but watching his interactions with his daughters makes me miss my dad so much it’s a gut-punch. I was obsessed with all the photos of him and the girls from this summer’s NYC father/daughter bonding weekend. My father influenced so much of my sense self worth, confidence, independence and…

I hope you washed that hand thoroughly. (Unlike the time Johnny Mathis kissed my cheek and I refused to wash my face. I was about 9. A very weird precocious 9)

more weirdness

It may be true but it’s definitely a joke ;) She may have tutored him on the lipstick?

I guess in conjunction with your tom tom gps unit you can create a purr-fectly scenic route without going a-stray.

It did spawn on me that getting fish spunk on the sole of your bass weejuns is kind of crappie.

This is AWESOME.

This might be the best she’s ever looked. (though a little Jamie Lyn Spear?? around the mouth?)