Jane Austen received a letter today from the Prince Regent, the future King George the IV. Considering its royal stamp, she probably opened it right away.
Eleanor Barnett is a Cambridge educated food historian which makes her smarter than me but it also means she knows her stuff.
Amee Vanderpool’s smart cheekiness will get us through today.
This takes me to 3:42 a.m. It’s not that I can not sleep, it’s that I can not stay asleep.
The Trump offices were indistinguishable from the other apartment buildings, and marked only by a row of black limousines parked under the trees closest to the door.
In between, we satisfied ourselves with calling Margie which allowed us to conclude her good humor was seeing her through her isolation.
The only real map we had was an old photograph showing the Outerbridge Crossing, a marina that may or not still exist, and Perth Amboy refineries across the Arthur Kill.
Hot chocolate has long been considered a curative drink, highly nutritious for the invalid and beneficial to those suffering from mental strain
The phrase can be traced as far back as the 19th century with writers, especially journalist, invoking it to describe many contrary things, among them patriots, anarchists, protests, civil disobedience, racial equality, racism, civil rights, feminisms, unions, strike breaking, soldiers, pacifist, celebrities, common folks, rural towns and great cities. They are all apparently as American as apple pie.
We shared the conclusion that 2020 would continue to find it hysterical that we entertained a sliver of hope she’d suddenly change her bloody ways.