Elliot Horne, whose clock sadly stopped in 1989 when he was 67, was an 18-carat cat. He didn't have boatloads of biz juice and wasn't a major breadmaker. But he was a sweet scratcher with Cornynesque language chops and a Lundvallian devotion to jazz.
ipromise to learn to better care for you next time. iknow idid the best icould with what iknew. I'm sorry iwas thirty-five when ihad you. You deserved someone younger and more tech saavy.
My family loves movies. We lived in New York City, until I was six, so among my earliest memories are family trips to the movies to see Yellow Submarine by the Beatles, at Radio City Music Hall, and trips to see Butch Cassidy And The Sundance Kid and Where Eagles Dare, with Richard Burton and Clint Eastwood.
So we're all -- Christians, I mean -- stuck with the Duggars. But the person who's really stuck with them is former Fox News personality Mike Huckabee. They're all over his presidential campaign. Which is why he stood up for them this morning, in a Facebook post that already had 1.7 million likes.
Have you read the amazing children's book Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day by Judith Viorst? If not, you should. Here's my parody of the original, from an adult's point of view.
Over the course of the past two weeksm I have been noticeably grumpy. That is, grumpier than my normal self. I've had my "reasonability" questioned, by my wife. And I've been called "somewhat abrasive", by my neighbor.
Imagine my surprise when I discovered there are actually Female Genitalia Police, lots of them, stalking the Interwebz for any and all slang references we ignorant sluts have been venomously spewing to reference our nether regions.
Pippa, you have a sail on your head. Or a fin. Something. If you haven't been made aware, Pippa Middleton, lover of hats, and the sister made famous for being a sister, occasionally writes an opinion-slash-advice column for Vanity Fair. Yes that Vanity Fair.
... and I have the energy of someone twice my age!