Preaching to the choir. I think you meant to reply to mydogisagenius.

No Leslie.

When I first arrived in London and stepped into a sandwich shop, I ordered what would become one of my favorite sandwiches: sardine and pickle (not relish-y Branston pickle but regular dill-type pickles) on a granary bap (a whole grain round bun).

They’re all excellent choices.

#3 the metallic one. It looks more underwater-ish, if that makes sense.

Keep any board shorts you like and pair with a tankini top.

And I like how the listing shows the local subway lines, as if someone who can afford $50 million rides the subway on a regular basis.

They have a nanny for that.

Wait, why not just use the mobile site? Is SMS more secure? What am I missing?

Feliss and Aunt Becky sure don’t Tiger Mom very well, do they?

Harry Shearer knows he’s beautiful. That’s enough.

Oh, it’s a Southern Catholic school. Nuff said.

Who wouldn’t want to see a sloth a size of a cow?

Any carved Cinnabar:

but it’s temp work, it has a high turnover and they wouldn’t extend the same courtesy or concern for you

When my A1C was 5.6, I was put on restricted carbs by my doc. Like 1/2 cup of rice or quinoa per DAY. Hard! But I would make things like meatballs and tomato sauce with steamed broccoli, and it wasn’t half bad. You can adapt. I’m rooting for you.

Why didn’t the asshat get on line for a cashier?!

Buffalo Bill?