Last night I had a dream that I was going to the “Primary” session of General Conference with the Young Women of my ward. I was totally ticked off and bothered because all of my in-laws were in town (all men aside from my husband’s mother) and tagged along. Not only were they tagging along / imposing on my bonding with the Young Women, but they were dilly-dallying in the back aisles of what I assume must have been the Conference Center (though it looked absolutely nothing like it) when they were supposed to be getting seated. The nerve…
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
O . M . F . G . G .
Do you know how much happiness this show brings to my life?
After this season starting to dry itself out in the beginning, it now has me salivating. I never wanted to be a couture-obsessed, Dom Perignon-sipping, morally-oblivious Upper-East sider so bad in my life.
I completely understand why mothers don't want their 16-year-olds watching this one. But do I really care?
After this season starting to dry itself out in the beginning, it now has me salivating. I never wanted to be a couture-obsessed, Dom Perignon-sipping, morally-oblivious Upper-East sider so bad in my life.I completely understand why mothers don't want their 16-year-olds watching this one. But do I really care?
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