That was my point. I question the costs of having uniformed agents arriving en masse to deliver a notice to produce documents within three days when a registered letter could do the trick. Unless the trick was to scare the shit out of everyone present while the notice was delivered, something a registered letter has…

Surely such notice of inspection of federally required records should be served by registered mail. Do we have any Jezzie immigration attorneys?

Is there some sort of staff feud brewing over the merits of lambrusco? This is very unfair to some of your readers who do not have access to any brand other than Riunite, and are unable to have an informed opinion.

“eyebrows rose after mourners spotted the “Housewives” cast filming scenes for the reality show outside an Upper West Side memorial home just after the ceremony.” 

Way harsh, Tai.

What? Really? I didn’t think I could love him more, and here we are.

I still use raw egg, but my eggs are very, very fresh.

I was distressed. Yes, a fuckton of garlic is required.

Anchovies are the whole fucking point of Caesar salad. It’s romaine, croutons, anchovies, an egg, some olive oil, lemon juice, and a splash of Worcestershire liberally showered with freshly grated parmesan cheese. Once you start adding anything else, you are making A WHOLE DIFFERENT FUCKING SALAD AND YOU SHOULDN’T…

That movie is like “Beaches” for guitar players. Haven’t had one in my life for over 25 years, but I do believe I’ll hunt that flick down.

Opening line, “What a dump!”

Rushing to purchase.

But babies’ dicks are so cute. Those little tiny penises....

Thanks sweetie, I actually did three loads of laundry yesterday and felt like a champ. My healing process has consisted of a kitten, tea, whatever cold meds were in the cabinet, and so much sleep.

Read the book. Familiar with the area. Loved the book, and just can’t bring myself to finish the series. It’s good, but I suspect I’m avoiding the violence. Still haven’t watched Kramer vs. Kramer because I was going through a custody battle at the time. We take care of ourselves.

Flu. Really, really bad flu. I even asked my doctor if he would put me in a coma until it was over. He laughed like a loon and declined.

I feel an old school Vanity Fair in depth story on the Lauer marriage is in order, going all the way to their prep school days. I want allllllllll the dirt.

Thankyouverymuch.

Since what Katie Couric thinks about anything holds no interest for me, I don’t care how she colors her history at NBC.

When I was a welfare mom, my landlord was a cop. Looking back, I don’t know how I escaped. He would come into my crappy apartment while I was gone, and showed up at the weirdest times. I guess my insane naivete worked.