Okay, kids. The name of the game is Hide the Cup.
Here’s how to play: Attend party. Have obligatory conversation with creepy dude in drink line. Find friends. Put drink down to tell anecdote requiring dual-hand gesticulation. Reach for cup. ...
You’re a charter member of the Clean Plate Club.
Whether it’s proper (breakfast, lunch) or otherwise (blunch, linner), you’ve never met a meal you didn’t inhale.
Why the rush? Mealtime is not a race. And finishing first won’t earn you ...
Now and then, you need to send a very important message to a loved one. Like “Wish you were here.” Or “Get well soon.” Or “I love corn dogs.”
The problem is, while there are cards to express many of ...
Paint the fence.
Paint the fence.
So said Mr. Miyagi. No wonder the Karate Kid looked annoyed. He was probably having flashbacks to his summer house-painting job — when he nearly passed out from toxic fumes.
If only he’d known ...
When Americans do it, we call it shabby chic. When a Brit does it, it’s just chic.
Which is not to say that Ralph Lauren needs to pack up the rosebuds and knock off some other country’s design. (Although Turkey’s
Irrational demands. Flippant remarks. Overbearing aunts with
a fondness for fuchsia.
Why do loved ones turn loathsome during your season of passion? When you’re trying to plan a wedding, your own perfectionist tendencies are plenty. Try these tactics to help ...
You’ve never been big on rules. But you have a few:
1. Do not attempt to approximate “beach hair” by artificial means.
2. Being a dreamer doesn’t mean you have to be unproductive.
3. Never confuse something’s value with its ...
You cruelly overwatered the tulips. Your tomatoes look like something out of a sci-fi movie. And your best friend confiscated your pruning shears after she saw what you did to the ficus.
Your weed garden, however, is coming along splendidly.
