If it's not juice, it's drank.

I'm not sure, it was forever ago and everything changes.

I was a deb in the late 70s and honestly it was just a big snobby party. You don't have to be beautiful to make your debut, just born into the role, so to speak. My mother made the dress I wore.

yeah, it's a Southern thing- traditional Hoppin' John is onion, rice and blackeyed peas with a little ham hock. Great for brekky with a fried egg on top.

On behalf of the Bring Back Sleeves Society- brava!

How about drink every time Liz gets a gift?

Sautee an onion and some celery- put it in the gravy with shredded-up turkey, eat over cornbread.

hmmmm- I just glittered some shoes too!

omigod that smell, plus the crusty ring around the top of the bottle...*gag*

well. when I'm depressed, a hot bath, Nutella and a spoon can bring me around. Maybe it can do the same for America.

I'm getting hammered with Otis. Later we'll get together with Ernest T. Bass and break every window on Main Street.

Thank you- I love that movie- Lonesome is the anti-Andy and great fun to watch.

A pussy joke? for Andy? Aunt Bea would tan your hide and then make you eat some of her delicious pickles.

I'm confused by the math. Suri is 6 but they've only been married for 5 years?

My nephew's son was his best man so he planned the bachelor party- they went in a limo to Hooters and then to Laser Blaze.

Word. I travel with friends and I'm usually the only person who remembers to leave a tip.

True American!

I put the remote in the plastic icebucket bag and use it like that. The remote just skeeves me out.

better check the loofah.

It is disturbing when the coyote doesn't care about being seen- that's not natural.