This is the most unappealing pumpkin spice item I’ve seen this month:
Andréa countered with this:
Any other nominees? Please send a photo (or attach it to a comment below, if you can). Only actual products, please.
“… and was he planning to propose tonight and buy the actual ring the next day if she accepted? Or was he going to give her the ring money and ask her to pick it out herself?”
Anybody care to venture a theory about what this could possibly mean? It’s called Cupid with a Pistol on Top of a Mountain of Skulls (so pretty much exactly what it says on the tin), and was painted by Gustave Doré in the mid-19th century.
No, not me personally: but my son and his girlfriend, who was born with Charcot Marie Tooth, a hereditary rare degenerative neurological disease, will be spending her 30th birthday helping to raise money for research. And a current study is actually showing some promise for the specific form of CMT she has.
Thanks for your attention.
The Seattle PI’s Retail page doesn’t list Norm Feuti’s name anywhere (and this seems to be, um, the norm). How do you not, as a matter of policy, list the writer’s on the page?
Yes, there’s a tiny handwritten “(c) 2019 Norman Feuti” between the panels — but not only doesn’t that really count, but “Norman” isn’t the name he writes under.
Excalibur was enchanted. The fix was in, and Arthur would have been able to pull it out of the stone even if he’d had two broken hands and the hilt was coated with bacon grease.