Oldest Chicken does something out of bounds each year on or near the anniversary of The Norwegian's death. Perhaps he thinks if he drives himself to the brink he'll be closer to his beloved father--who knows. What I do know is we have an agreement--tell me after. I've heard about being at the top of… Continue reading What’s On Your Anti-Bucket?…
Category: Manners
What’s In Your Bag?…
Lunch with the ladies. "Does anyone have a tissue?" Handbag rooting ensues. Yes, indeed, there is a tissue. Few minutes later. "Does someone have an Advil?" Bag rooting ensues. Of course, there's an Advil. Third times a charm. "Does anyone have a safety pin?" Laughter, along with rooting, and safety pin for an errant bra… Continue reading What’s In Your Bag?…
Coaching? You’re On Your Own…
Something about my face must say, "Give me advice. Whenever you feel like it. About any subject." I don't generally think I give off a helpless vibe but I get everything from how to change a tire (like I would ever) to setting a table (girl, please). Giving advice? Can you say superpower? Generally about… Continue reading Coaching? You’re On Your Own…
Anna And The Queen…
One of The Dolls casually drops a bomb, "Saw Anna Wintour at the Australian Open and padded shoulders are back in." You know that sound DJ's make when they move the vinyl back and forth? My brain did that. A fervent search for Anna and spring runway shows reveals it's possible. There are shoulder pads… Continue reading Anna And The Queen…
Losing Your Dignity In Heels…
Generally, anything done wearing a good dress, heels and pearls will be forgiven. Mature girls with pearls dancing on the bar look more fun than chicks with no bra, drawn on eyebrows and biker boyfriends. The ones with pearls look like they never left their sororities while the ones sans hair eyebrows are just a… Continue reading Losing Your Dignity In Heels…
More Lessons From The Chickens…
Long about June or July, I blinked and missed a major "thing." Ariana Grande tweeted that Pete Davidson has a big...you know. Not that anyone cares about the ramblings of a bratty, self-important donut vandal. It did, though, spawn an addition to the lexicon. I am schooled by Chickens of various ages nodding in unison… Continue reading More Lessons From The Chickens…
Why Be A Lady? Horrors…
One of the Dolls, sweet as can be, sends an article, "Why Would I Want To Be A Lady?" She's a fellow Cotillion chick. After I called out for the butler to fetch my smelling salts and picked myself up from the floor, I phoned to thank her. Many do believe etiquette has left the… Continue reading Why Be A Lady? Horrors…
Online Fibbers…Oh My
Seems the single Dolls are none too happy about the boys' grievances. Not following? Last week, the boys expressed confusion as to what it is, exactly, girls want. While they didn't care for "everything," they did get an earful from the ladies. And the boys shot back with a list of their own. Refresher. On… Continue reading Online Fibbers…Oh My
The Boys Have Questions…
Yes, there are boy Duchess Dolls. Every once in a while they come forward with opinions, questions and sometimes even corrections. They're wrong, but they're guys. You know, so we let them mansplain. I meet some new ones. "What do women want?" They don't like my answer, "Everything." Disclaimer: Every Doll is different. Boys, if… Continue reading The Boys Have Questions…
Vegas Baby…
The weekend finds us in Vegas for a wedding. Arizonans go to Vegas in the summer because we like to experience the surface of the sun a little more to the north and west. You know, for fun. The only place hotter than The Dale on any given August weekend is The Strip. We still… Continue reading Vegas Baby…
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