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Joining us at lunch today, and hailing from a a long line (extending at least as far as from the tableside condiment-cup to a large bottle in back somewhere) of MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM:
Caspie the Friendly Raspberry Walnut Vinaigrette Dropping! Hi Caspie! . . . → Read More: He’s Taking Rather Well The News That I Devoured His Family, I Think First, that Belle I found stuck under a piece of The Child’s furniture the other day. Then, there’s this Belle: Yeah, that’s a straw in her backside. In the competition for Which Belle Has It Worse, this one is winning, what with her dire need to petition Disney for a strawectomy and all. . . . → Read More: Oh, Belle We came, we saw, we reunited, [someone danced, someone else catapulted a drink in a most impressive manner such that it saturated and then re-gelled someone else's hair, yet another someone else laughed a *wee bit* too hard (ifyouknowwhatImean) when she witnessed the catapulting/drenching, and some other someones made some lovely, but suspect, dinner . . . → Read More: Class of [Mufflemufflemuffleblahdiddityblahblah] and NAME THAT BEAST, PLEASE Last summer I purchased my first maxi dress and immediately thereafter fell madly in love with long, flowing, cotton, comfy, sundressiness. I have not recovered. Shave my legs, don’t shave my legs – you can’t tell in the maxi dress. Score. Ditch the brassiere, maybe or maybe not in favor of a camisole? Score. Non-clingy . . . → Read More: Maximagicaliciousness |
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