adorr these cheeky napkins for summer dinner parties…
Wanker Napkins on Etsy
Welcome sun!
There are not appropriate adjectives that I’m aware of to describe the amount of love and respect I have for this lady right here. And that’s just it maybe. This Lady.
My dad is fond of saying that in any situation my mom remains steadfastly that, a lady.
She commands respect and gives love selflessly.
This is the best woman I know.
If you dont do anything else tonight. Press Play. I was laughing, singing and cheering.
PRESS PLAY.YOU WILL NOT REGRET THIS
OMG!!!!! Thank you for posting this, it is glorious!!!
this is the best thing i’ve ever seen
This post alone made my insomnia worth it:) LOVE it!
All I can say is those have to be the two most fun people ever.
Love!
I know I should be doing better things with my Saturday night but it was totally worth spending 5 minutes watching these people.
Here weeeee go!
I know I’ve posted this a couple times before, but I’m posting again so you can take advantage of this deal at Express. I have a couple of these, and just love them.
Sometimes you just want to read something funny. Which is what this piece “I Tried Gwyneth Paltrow’s Diet” by Rebecca Harrington over at New York Magazine is. It’s not another run-of-the-mill making-fun-of-Gwyneth’s-expensive-savior-complex piece because, while Harrington has a sense of humor, she also has a genuine appreciation for the recipes and food and for the fact that Gwyneth is sharing them. Heidi and I both want to hang out with Harrington:
While making the meatballs, however, I can tell something is up. No. 1: They are green (they are made of arugula and turkey). No. 2: I can’t put them in tomato sauce because I have eliminated tomatoes from my diet. Instead, I am serving them with a broccoli soup that tastes mostly like water. What is going on? Yesterday was so amazing! When my guests arrive and I feed them the meatballs, I can tell that they hate them. One of them pulls out a huge bag of chips and starts eating them in front of me. Another one leaves to “actually eat dinner.” I am about to have a panic attack when I suddenly remember when Gwyneth went to a dinner party in America and someone asked her what kind of jeans she was wearing and she thought to herself, “I have to get back to Europe.” America is the worst. I say nothing about anyone’s jeans, even though I was literally just going to ask everyone about their jeans.
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It’s official: Danny Meyer’s Shake Shack is coming to Chicago.
Shut the front door.
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