It speaks the truth.

The great M.K. Brown crafted this for the National Lampoon in 1986.  It remains one of my most favorite cartoons because it speaks the unvarnished truth.

When Mean Girls Shop at Chico's

Well is Saturday Farmers Market in Westport (which means lots of Pumpkin Spice, Nutmeg and Jaguars in the parking lot) and "The Girls" meet up and just have to get a picture of how cute they look!

Well, there you go.  Bland sameness. But its all so cute!

Oops! One of these women is not like the others!

Second, from left is sporting a baby bump!  Let's all squeal that squeal that only dogs and crystal recognize that we squeal when we get super excited!

So let's go around and meet the girls! Choose the names that you like best:

A) Kim, Kimmy, Kimber, Kimberly, Kimi, KimBerleigh, Kimba, Kym, Kiki, and Kima.

B) Deb, DeBo, DeeBee, Deborah, Debi, D'bora, Debbi, D.B., Deebs, and Debra.

C) Allison, Alli, Alison, Alyson, Aley, Aliegha, Alis, Alison, Allie, and Alson.

D) Hailey, Haley, Hally, Haleigh, Leigh, Lee, Leah, Lea, LeeLee, and Leelah.

E) Jen, Jeni, Jenni, Jenifer, Jennifer, J'fer, Jenny, Jena, JayJay, and Jenafir.

F) Liz, Beth, Lizzie, Lizbeth, Libby, Elizabeta, Ellbe, Liza, LeeBee, Ellsbeth

Want to play?  You need ten names, all the same or sound the same - just like their looks.

And hats off to the oldest in the group: Ms. Fourth From Left.  She gets extra love for trying to dress like her 30 Something Daughter.

*Cookie's new most hated term.  As in "I have the worst case of baby fever."  Who says this stuff?  

When antique shopping, beware the gravy boats

Such a lovely gravy boat, or not. 

(Note: Cookie would like to thank the Privy Counsel Blog for inspiration.  See the link below in the Source mention.)

You see it in an antique mall.  Or better yet, a Paris flea market...

It strikes your fancy.

After all, the most gravy laden meal of the season, Thanksgiving, is upon us in about six weeks or less.  And its larger than the gravy boat that you currently have.

What's not to love, love.  Right?

And it's old.  People love the odd old piece, right?  Its why Sylvester Stallone is still around. Lots to talk about, right?

"This?  I found it at the flea market at St. Ouen.  What? You have never been to St. Ouen?  Why you simply must!  Winston, more gravy?  But of course..."

But what if I told you that the lovely gravy boat that you found for a steal for a few kopecks wasn't a gravy boat at all.

No?

What if I told you it was really a bourdaloue?  Not so much a boat, and more of a vessel.

Ah, says the idiot who doesn't know their head from their ass, but: "I just adore their tableware.  Very exclusive," as they drag their fork through the golden gravy enrobing their mashed potatoes.

Tant pis.  Right?

What if I told you that the lovely piece of porcelain, with the real gold trim, was a not even a piece of tableware.

No?

But you see, a bourdaloue (BORE-da-loo) is really not a gravy boat.  It is an 18th personal urinal for ladies.

That's right my delight, it is a very fancy personal piss receiver.

Tant pis indeed.

In the days before milady had a powder room, she could step to the corner of the room, place a leg up on a stool, hike up her dress and the layers of layers, and make way for this wee vessel and well, take a wee.

What's that you say?  You need to be excused? Not feeling so well?

We understand.

The bathroom?  It's closer than you think.



SOURCE: The Privy Counsel

Things that are molded, or Mousse Abuse

Here it is to save the day...Mighty Mousse is on its way...

Can we just capture and release?

The classics never go out of style