well done? imho, it's not a period burger unless it's bleeding at least as much as i am.
He'd better turn around or those Weeping Angels are going to get him.
On Are You DTQ?
This inspired me to have a nostalgia queso party with my BFF and former room mate. We call it "shame cheese" though.
Cuz, you know, we pretend to be food snobs, and we oughta be eating bark-wrapped bloom rind cheese purchased from a cheese mongerer with a Stilton tattoo. Or something.
(I love that cheese too, though. All the cheese, please.)
"Tin House somehow resembles your beautiful ex-girlfriend who lucked her way into the Iowa Writers’ Workshop and is doing surprisingly well there."
I'm sensing a pattern. Lack of discernment vs. limited imagination?
What makes me sadder is when it turns out that statements like the one in the image are followed up with some comment like, "oh my hubby did the dishes tonight! he treats me like such a princess." Neat-o! You mean the dishes--which you do every other night--that you set out for the meal that you prepared after getting home from your full time job, dishes that he also ate off of? Sounds like a humblebrag to me!