AND you got the whole bed to yourself. I’d say you were the clear winner for that event.

Never leave us you guys.

Stars and hearts, baby.

I hate to tell you this, but I plan to be buried with my Naked Basics 2 palette. I almost love it more than I love my cat. Who will also be buried with me. As will my talking Chewbaca doll. And my D & L thornapple candle.

Dodai put Liz Taylor to shame in that slip. I can’t pull that off, but she did inspire me to be a bit more dishabille around the house and it’s lovely.

I don’t understand why we’re paying attention to her. Glee is over, right?

Ramona Singer should cut to the chase and just bottle whatever the fuck she’s ingesting. That woman’s self esteem is through the roof and we all could use a piece of it.

Ah, but the full amount wasn’t “contributed”. Payments will be made “multiple installments” until the total is met. Well played, attorneys and or accountants, well played.

As a person who writes off my charitable contributions, my first thought when I read that M. Deep wrote the checks was, “Oh, Amber...you really did get fucked."

I bow humbly before your superior RHONY ways. I hesitate to get to know them anymore than what I see weekly.

Full disclosure: I own Simply Divine: A Guide to Easy, Elegant, and Affordable Entertaining by my beloved LVP.

Librans rule!

1. October 6 is my m-f-in’ 63rd birthday.

Halloween Couple Goals!

You may be a broke stipended PhD student, but you are my Personal Hero of the Day!

To all of us, lovey. Every last one of us.

I like to think that all a cappella groups spontaneously sing wherever they go. The fact that I have never personally witnessed this is immaterial. All good things come in time.

I thought it was intentional and kept looking for the punchline. But, ice cream.

I have just spent a goodly amount of time trying to think if there was ever a time in the last 40 years I have regretted a guacamole experience. There is only one: a potluck in 1973, no one understood what the fuck it was. I ate most of it, but left alone. Eh, it was the 70's.

Or, I’m willing to bet, guacamole.