OK, let's play a game. These rings are no longer available in the letters pictured here, but they do have A, B, J, M, S and W left. What words can we make across our knucks? I'll start: SWAB. Your turn. Make it count.
My best friend in the whole wide world has a cluster of these hanging over her kitchen island and it is so infuriating. Some even have ivy rooting in them. First off, must be nice to have a handy huzz who'll rig up a complicated system to even hang them from in the first place. Second off, how do you find the time to change the water and wash them and keep 'em all sparkly…
Let's all pretend for a moment that all that nonsense from last Friday was just a joke, eh? Speaking of jokes, get a load of these wine tags some drunk person must've confused for barrettes!
Here's what I got myself for Mother's Day. My kid isn't old enough to buy me anything -- although Sonia at daycare made her hand me a cupcake-shaped foil balloon today with the words "Sweet Mom" scrawled across the bottom; the obvious mischaracterization being the main clue that this gift wasn't selected for me by my daughter. Still made me cry. Happy Mother's Day. Moving on!
Man, what a depressing week. We gotta do something about this. You know what you do? You go out and buy eight sets of these and wear them all at once. That's what you do.
It's festival season, y'all. Personally, I find the term offensive. Every season is festival season if you're willing to go to whatever festival is happening. Right now in California we've got a Renaissance Pleasure Faire (yes, "pleasure" is in the name), Coachell-ugh, and a bunch of film festivals because no one out here has a real job.
This is here as an excuse to talk about two other giant rings: the future Mrs. Kardashian's and the one Kandi Burruss wore on the recent RHOA reunion. What even was that?
Around here we believe jokes and lies are the best and should be enjoyed every day of the year, not just April 1st. But here's a true statement: we've been looking for a bow like this all winter. See? Not as fun.
OK, sorry to put underwear straight up in your face today, but I'd like to talk about something: why is it SO hard to find 100% cotton underwear anymore? And another thing: padded bras. Who needs 'em!?
These are pretty dope, but what we really need to talk about is how they now sell metal-looking refrigerators that DO NOT attract magnets. What the actual eff?
Rarely in our never-ending quest for the perfect drug store dupe do we come across one as perfect as this by asking the waitress at Red Robin what makes her eyes so beautifully catlike. Even the included brush works. Today is a miracle.
Nurse Jackie is streaming on Netflix, which is free, in a way. I never got into this show when it was on the air despite Merritt Wever's perfect Emmy acceptance speech a few seasons before it was cancelled. No, it took me getting a wicked cold and running out of Ken Burns specials to start watching and now I can't be stopped. It is a perfect thing.
It's not easy taking relationship advice from a double-divorcée, but engagement advice? Clearly you're dealing with a pro. This is a very sweet, modest ring that will not read as a question mark once it's sideways on the finger, but if you are worried that your love will want to choose their own gargantuan ring AND you'd like to surprise them with some jewels when you propose, this here is the perfect stand-in that can…
