I'm Michelle, and you're on Thursday Night Smackdown, the only food blog named "Least Likely To Be Invited Back to the Book Club After That Incident With the Melon Baller." Do you like good food? Then stick around, loosen your belt and make yourself at home.
I mean, I personally go by the theory that it’s not the next day until you’ve gone to sleep and woken up again, but recognize that the technical definition of when days begin and end indicates that it is, in fact, Tuesday.
If you’re anything like me, you’re always being invited to multi-course dinner parties at the homes of the social elite, and you’re running out of clever hostess gift ideas.
You may be aware that both Brian and I are big nerds, although in different ways. I’m a bookish history dork, and he’s a fantasy game-lover. And what are fantasy game-lovers suckers for? Dice.
Is it too much to ask for the head of a real estate attorney on a pike? Probably.
There are a LOT of godawful teapots in the world. The quantity of ceramic wasted on replicating animals, vehicles, hats, cartoon characters and holidays figures in teapot form is offensive.
Shall I tell you want I want, what I really really want? It’s for the people who made the offer on our apartment this morning to accept our counteroffer. Fingers crossed!
We’ve been making the shift from beer people to cocktail people over the past year, because as we get older and have less time to waste we want to get drunk faster.