Sometimes there is no accounting for taste. The kind in your mouth. Peanut butter and jelly returned to my life this week. I knelt bedside and thanked Mother Mary for guiding me through the darkness. Bread, the true love of my life, was a cancer casualty. After chemo and radiation, it wouldn't go down my… Continue reading The Return of PB & J…
Category: Snark
Housewives Rando…
Perhaps it's the heat. Perhaps it's perpetual obsession with lazing about in the South, parasol shading delicate skin and the lure of running away never seen or heard from again like a modern day Salinger. Only in a dress. And no lusting after twenty year olds. And all that hermity-ness. Really, I just want a… Continue reading Housewives Rando…
The Tweets Tell The Story…
Sunday morning tweets: Sisterella: "I'm starving. Hungover. Need food. Stat." Me: "I went back to bed. Hung and tired. Will only get up for something fat and greasy." Sisterella: "Hmmmm. Fat and greasy. Zipp's? Or Ajo's?" Me: "Ajo's. Noon. No, 11:30." Breakfast/Brunch/Lunch includes food for twenty-three and a Diet Coke the size of Kansas. The… Continue reading The Tweets Tell The Story…
Nostalgic? Fries Will Do That To A Girl…
Twitter tells us it's National French Fry Day. Although I eat fries whenever I feel like now, there was a time fries were the devil. It was when I was addicted to Tab. Remember Tab? The most perfect drink ever? The pink can. The burn down the throat on the way down. The perfect pairing… Continue reading Nostalgic? Fries Will Do That To A Girl…
We Get You Miss Havisham…
Widow readers take heed--the day is upon us. Every girl that's lost a beloved braces for the dreaded anniversary. July 2 is this girl's personal Miss Havisham day. I may not have been left at the altar but every year; jilted is an apt emotion. I get how our dear Miss H wandered the rooms… Continue reading We Get You Miss Havisham…
The Makeup Rocks…
What is it about Oceans 8? The ladies? The Met Gala? The cameos? Aside from a couple Kardashians, the cameos are quite fetching. Miss Wintour appears to be working on her rep since Devil Wears Prada, does she not? Could it be the teaser that one of the beloved boys is dead? Yeah, that happens.… Continue reading The Makeup Rocks…
You Knew It Would Be Funny…
You knew the day would come and it would be hilarious, did you not? I meet an opposite sex person for coffee. And it's not business. How did it go? The baby toe that went in came right back out; as if stung by jellyfish. What I did walk away with? Advice for the gentlemen.… Continue reading You Knew It Would Be Funny…
It’s Rant Time Dolls…
It's Rant Day. Duchess Dolls of a certain age join hands and finally bite back. Twitter: From @robbysoave, who one can only assume sees himself as techno savvy and all around brilliant. "Mark Zuckerberg is now living out every young person's worst nightmare: trying to explain how tech stuff works to the nation's elderly." Bahaha-I'm… Continue reading It’s Rant Time Dolls…
Men Do’s and Don’ts…
A sweet friend sends over a photo--I think because she knows the ire it will insight. Take a look. Deep breath. Look away. Now try erasing that image from your brain. Does someone have my fan? Just in case any of our male Dolls are wondering on the latest trend wear, here's an outline of… Continue reading Men Do’s and Don’ts…
Rhymes With Whatever…
File under stuff that induces eyebrow raising--a show called Slutever. Whaaa? Yup, it's called Slutever. Rhymes with whatever. Host Karley Sciortino, of Vogue, brings her personality to the screen. Most know her as the magazine's sex columnist, self-titled slut sexual and trier of all things. Oh--and the girl is funny. Think Carrie Bradshaw who doesn't… Continue reading Rhymes With Whatever…
The Duchess Diaries 