Better yet...rewatch the episode and check out the rest of the decor. It all fits and gives me many thoughts about Dorinda and her taste. OR, could it be that the house was staged by the lowliest intern at Bravo on a budget of $150??????????
Here’s the thing about Dorinda’s “nice”:
Treat yo self and get this. I got it yesterday and have bookmarked the shit out of it.
Dear LiLo,
Refused to be his prom date
Orange: a color i hate outside of nature
nevermind Tay-Tay and Johnny news, I want to party with the Beckhams and then do brunch with the whole family the next day. Harper can sit on my lap.
I am ashamed at how panicked I became while looking for Dirtbag earlier. I am a weak, weak person.
You have saved me hours with this piece. I can dismiss them from my universe without a twinge, except...Pure Genius. Oh, CBS, this could be such a winner with just the teensiest tweak:
Numero Uno, Mr. Famous-Only-For-Being-Taylor-Swift’s-BF, is that teenagers were seriously injured while involved in an accident that included you and your Cadillac. Perhaps you stuck around long enough to see if they would live and get their names and that was left out of the report.
And Josh Elliot is on today! He was the only good part of GMA back before the yelling started. Plus, admit it, we all have a crush on Charlie Rose.
I was a new kid, moved in from the West Coast. They beat the shit out of me in the girls’ bathroom because they could. That was in 1964. Junior high sucked so fucking hard, I thought I was going to die, and no adult thought it was serious even though I was 2 years younger than everyone in my class. Never underestimate…
They’re too long. BAM.
My cat has trained me to come into the dining room, sit down and open the newspaper so that she can lie on it while I scratch her head and pat her butt. She prefers the obituaries.
I don’t always get up early in the morning, but when I do Charlie is on.
Once GMA lost Sam and Josh, I couldn’t stomach the show. Lara Spencer is probably a very nice person but she needs to die. Once I found out Amy Robach was married to stupid Billy from Melrose Place, I was done.
Yes, we have a terrible problem with drunk driving (and alcoholism) here in the Land of Enchantment and it is not a joking matter.
But what about the potato sack tied around his waist? Is that just for the three-legged race later, or is it another sartorial decision?