<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162717083076739769</id><updated>2011-09-12T12:00:18.984-07:00</updated><category term='Stylists exist for a reason'/><category term='tell Santa I love him'/><category term='delusions of grandeur'/><category term='delayed adolescence'/><category term='superfantasticness'/><category term='Big Sis/Big Head'/><category term='celebrities'/><category term='Tom and Katie'/><category term='magazines'/><category term='airbrushed within an inch of your life'/><category term='cuteness overload'/><category term='fashion foibles'/><category term='tastes like burning'/><category term='good times'/><category term='gallery of the absurd'/><category term='My EYES'/><category term='animal kingdom'/><title type='text'>The Snark Sisters</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesnarksisters.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162717083076739769/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesnarksisters.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>EmilyHaHa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BSuu83wFDIA/Sdpy0y3ZQkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/IaJBJqAx-sI/S220/emily-the-strange.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162717083076739769.post-3690541950457435176</id><published>2010-01-19T10:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T10:46:42.600-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My EYES'/><title type='text'>I just threw up in my mouth a little</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Dear Sister,&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Skeletor has lost some weight...or am I just imagining it?  George Romero making a new zombie film?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It's a person, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gkxS3EwN2ok/S0bBMiP0MBI/AAAAAAAADHg/Lu6HhG14XoY/s1600-h/rachel-zoe-bikini-ribs-02.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424235222310072338" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gkxS3EwN2ok/S0bBMiP0MBI/AAAAAAAADHg/Lu6HhG14XoY/s400/rachel-zoe-bikini-ribs-02.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 319px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Why do I feel like I need a donut?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Dear Sister: In the immortal words of one Homer Simpson, "Mmm...donuts." &amp;nbsp;Yes, perhaps Ms. Zoe should engage with the Lard Lad a bit more, but let's be honest: how else would she manage to cut down on dry cleaning bills and scrub her laundry on her very own clavicle? &amp;nbsp;She would not, I tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="file:///C:/Users/Katy/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162717083076739769-3690541950457435176?l=thesnarksisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesnarksisters.blogspot.com/feeds/3690541950457435176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162717083076739769&amp;postID=3690541950457435176' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162717083076739769/posts/default/3690541950457435176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162717083076739769/posts/default/3690541950457435176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesnarksisters.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-just-threw-up-in-my-mouth-little.html' title='I just threw up in my mouth a little'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17622095240524082391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gkxS3EwN2ok/SeKXCrluOcI/AAAAAAAACew/M4UIG79f6eo/S220/katy+sign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gkxS3EwN2ok/S0bBMiP0MBI/AAAAAAAADHg/Lu6HhG14XoY/s72-c/rachel-zoe-bikini-ribs-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162717083076739769.post-2812603444874731965</id><published>2009-12-10T13:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T13:48:55.900-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='delusions of grandeur'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='airbrushed within an inch of your life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrities'/><title type='text'>I CAN'T BELIEVE IT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I HAD NO IDEA THAT KANYE WAS MAKING A MOVIE. I MEAN AFTER HE METAPHORICALLY BEAT DOWN TAYLOR SWIFT, I THOUGHT HE'D LAY LOW, BUT DANG THAT MAN IS BACK AND MAKING MOVIES...I'M GONNA GET KANYE ON THIS POSTER...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Oh, wait...not Kanye? But the glasses, they're gold...and the whole thing is over the top. I mean...oh, another Sex &amp;amp; the City movie? Dang...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413720254106702130" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gkxS3EwN2ok/SyFl41NeETI/AAAAAAAADDQ/-t2PkkF1zsw/s400/sex-and-the-city-2-movie-poster.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 270px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'ma let you finish, Dear Sister, but Samantha has some of the best sunglasses and legs of all time. &amp;nbsp;Some of the best sunglasses and legs of all time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ok. &amp;nbsp;Carrie on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162717083076739769-2812603444874731965?l=thesnarksisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesnarksisters.blogspot.com/feeds/2812603444874731965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162717083076739769&amp;postID=2812603444874731965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162717083076739769/posts/default/2812603444874731965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162717083076739769/posts/default/2812603444874731965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesnarksisters.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-cant-believe-it.html' title='I CAN&apos;T BELIEVE IT'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17622095240524082391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gkxS3EwN2ok/SeKXCrluOcI/AAAAAAAACew/M4UIG79f6eo/S220/katy+sign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gkxS3EwN2ok/SyFl41NeETI/AAAAAAAADDQ/-t2PkkF1zsw/s72-c/sex-and-the-city-2-movie-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162717083076739769.post-8422872203290143916</id><published>2009-08-26T06:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T09:10:11.130-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='superfantasticness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good times'/><title type='text'>Eat This, Not That (DUH) - Part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh Dear Sister,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As you know, I've been contemplating training for a 10k. I mean, sure I *did* actually register for it, but that whole putting on running shoes and getting out the door and moving at a speed greater than walking part has thus far failed to materialize. I'm still committed to the event, and today I hit the under-60-day mark. Scary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Needing some inspiration, I had to look no further than the front page of the New York Times last week, to a story on elderly athletes. One look at this image of 81-82 year olds taking off from the sprinting blocks, and I realized my days of flimsy excuses were over. To wit:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: arial;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSuu83wFDIA/SpU52Rb7OKI/AAAAAAAAAaU/6jEhQ91RWHk/s1600-h/athletes600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374265334892804258" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; cursor: pointer; height: 233px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSuu83wFDIA/SpU52Rb7OKI/AAAAAAAAAaU/6jEhQ91RWHk/s400/athletes600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;These men have better physiques in their Golden Years than I did in my teens. What gives?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dear Sister,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Before you become too inspired, I suggest trying to find a picture of what they looked like at the finish line.  I say this as the fellow on the right looks like he is simultaneously taking off from the sprinting block and having a heart attack.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm off to get McDonald's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Your Sister&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162717083076739769-8422872203290143916?l=thesnarksisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesnarksisters.blogspot.com/feeds/8422872203290143916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162717083076739769&amp;postID=8422872203290143916' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162717083076739769/posts/default/8422872203290143916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162717083076739769/posts/default/8422872203290143916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesnarksisters.blogspot.com/2009/08/eat-this-not-that-duh-part-ii.html' title='Eat This, Not That (DUH) - Part II'/><author><name>EmilyHaHa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BSuu83wFDIA/Sdpy0y3ZQkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/IaJBJqAx-sI/S220/emily-the-strange.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSuu83wFDIA/SpU52Rb7OKI/AAAAAAAAAaU/6jEhQ91RWHk/s72-c/athletes600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162717083076739769.post-5311840179901139058</id><published>2009-07-27T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T09:18:39.446-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gallery of the absurd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tastes like burning'/><title type='text'>Eat This, Not That (DUH) - Part I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BSuu83wFDIA/Sm3Q9Mnlv5I/AAAAAAAAAYk/9Zl7EHjggjY/s1600-h/FakeBigBurger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363172481046003602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BSuu83wFDIA/Sm3Q9Mnlv5I/AAAAAAAAAYk/9Zl7EHjggjY/s400/FakeBigBurger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Dear Sister! Look, we're both trying to lose weight right now, get healthier, be more active, all that jazz. So why don't we offer some of our best dieting and fitness tips? No, not the crappy, useless ones you'll find on all those *other* sites, but really useful, helpful information for real women, you know? I'll start...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Calling it "aioli" doesn't mask the fact that you're eating mayonnaise. And slathering it on a calorically deprived fungus for a "healthy" sandwich fools no one. Not even those fries sitting next to it on the plate. (Mmm...fries...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Cheese does not have it's own category on the food pyramid. I even looked underneath. Nope, not there. But don't you wish it was, Dear Sister?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, dear Sister, I agree - if only cheese fries had it's own category, it would be like the best of both worlds.  Alas, my pining is for naught, so I will add two of my own fun weight loss tips:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Despite the fact that you should have at least 3 servings of grain and protein each day, that does not equal eating half a pizza by yourself at 10pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  If after running to catch your bus you need a cool down and a fresh change of clothes, that should probably not be the only time you run during the week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162717083076739769-5311840179901139058?l=thesnarksisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesnarksisters.blogspot.com/feeds/5311840179901139058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162717083076739769&amp;postID=5311840179901139058' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162717083076739769/posts/default/5311840179901139058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162717083076739769/posts/default/5311840179901139058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesnarksisters.blogspot.com/2009/07/eat-this-not-that-duh-part-i.html' title='Eat This, Not That (DUH) - Part I'/><author><name>EmilyHaHa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BSuu83wFDIA/Sdpy0y3ZQkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/IaJBJqAx-sI/S220/emily-the-strange.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BSuu83wFDIA/Sm3Q9Mnlv5I/AAAAAAAAAYk/9Zl7EHjggjY/s72-c/FakeBigBurger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162717083076739769.post-2644870620912534236</id><published>2009-06-15T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T08:31:16.173-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stylists exist for a reason'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My EYES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='delusions of grandeur'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tom and Katie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tastes like burning'/><title type='text'>Dawson's Darling's De-Pantsed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Dear Sister,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might consider halting my criticism of Mrs. Cruise, but when she walks around looking like Tinkerbell's older, worn-out cousin that has two mortgages and a drug problem, I just can't help myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347574183520947650" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 272px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gkxS3EwN2ok/SjZmYyLQzcI/AAAAAAAACvg/E-TMl79DyXQ/s400/article-0-0557FA1D000005DC-470_468x688.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Sister: I see London, I see France, I see Joey Potter's underpants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us never speak of this again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162717083076739769-2644870620912534236?l=thesnarksisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesnarksisters.blogspot.com/feeds/2644870620912534236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162717083076739769&amp;postID=2644870620912534236' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162717083076739769/posts/default/2644870620912534236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162717083076739769/posts/default/2644870620912534236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesnarksisters.blogspot.com/2009/06/dear-sister-i-might-consider-halting-my.html' title='Dawson&apos;s Darling&apos;s De-Pantsed'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17622095240524082391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gkxS3EwN2ok/SeKXCrluOcI/AAAAAAAACew/M4UIG79f6eo/S220/katy+sign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gkxS3EwN2ok/SjZmYyLQzcI/AAAAAAAACvg/E-TMl79DyXQ/s72-c/article-0-0557FA1D000005DC-470_468x688.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162717083076739769.post-2357007973947025374</id><published>2009-06-01T13:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T14:51:55.960-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My EYES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tom and Katie'/><title type='text'>Food, meet mouth.</title><content type='html'>Dear Sister,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Why for the love of all that is sacred and holy are small children allowed to eat food like this? It isn't cute or endearing...it's messy and irritating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Also, why do I feel like Suri's looking at me with the eyes of an old woman?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342465722540358514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 376px; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gkxS3EwN2ok/SiRAROC3-3I/AAAAAAAACtw/tuSsDtIbciI/s400/article-0-052AB693000005DC-594_468x498.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Dear Sister, where to begin? First of all, eating like a primate is no longer allowed once one is old enough to order a &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;pain du chocolat&lt;/span&gt; on ones own at the &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;patisserie&lt;/span&gt;. Second, a gleaming robot mother does nothing to discourage such behavior. Third, I believe the old-woman eyes to which you are referring are these:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSuu83wFDIA/SiRCa2CQuUI/AAAAAAAAAQE/e3TMMCWEU_I/s1600-h/drag_me_to_hell_witch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342468086917282114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 346px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSuu83wFDIA/SiRCa2CQuUI/AAAAAAAAAQE/e3TMMCWEU_I/s400/drag_me_to_hell_witch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drag Me To Hell indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162717083076739769-2357007973947025374?l=thesnarksisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesnarksisters.blogspot.com/feeds/2357007973947025374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162717083076739769&amp;postID=2357007973947025374' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162717083076739769/posts/default/2357007973947025374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162717083076739769/posts/default/2357007973947025374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesnarksisters.blogspot.com/2009/06/dear-sister-why-for-love-of-all-that-is.html' title='Food, meet mouth.'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17622095240524082391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gkxS3EwN2ok/SeKXCrluOcI/AAAAAAAACew/M4UIG79f6eo/S220/katy+sign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gkxS3EwN2ok/SiRAROC3-3I/AAAAAAAACtw/tuSsDtIbciI/s72-c/article-0-052AB693000005DC-594_468x498.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162717083076739769.post-59013490571662071</id><published>2009-05-18T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T11:53:36.526-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stylists exist for a reason'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My EYES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrities'/><title type='text'>De-pantsing, Stage right, Stat!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh Dear Sister, this outfit. This &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;outfit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. I mean, the top would perhaps be acceptable with a pencil skirt and a simple pair of pumps. But the pants would be good with...nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BSuu83wFDIA/ShGs49pS4oI/AAAAAAAAAP0/B6DSb1eqKb0/s1600-h/JHud.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337237128031167106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BSuu83wFDIA/ShGs49pS4oI/AAAAAAAAAP0/B6DSb1eqKb0/s400/JHud.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dear Sister, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Au contraire&lt;/em&gt;, these pants would go beautifully with propane and a match.  &lt;br style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162717083076739769-59013490571662071?l=thesnarksisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesnarksisters.blogspot.com/feeds/59013490571662071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162717083076739769&amp;postID=59013490571662071' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162717083076739769/posts/default/59013490571662071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162717083076739769/posts/default/59013490571662071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesnarksisters.blogspot.com/2009/05/de-pantsing-stage-right-stat.html' title='De-pantsing, Stage right, Stat!'/><author><name>EmilyHaHa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BSuu83wFDIA/Sdpy0y3ZQkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/IaJBJqAx-sI/S220/emily-the-strange.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BSuu83wFDIA/ShGs49pS4oI/AAAAAAAAAP0/B6DSb1eqKb0/s72-c/JHud.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162717083076739769.post-2143725565830631798</id><published>2009-05-04T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T17:27:47.688-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion foibles'/><title type='text'>Dork-O and his Mutant Orange Date</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;Dear Sister,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not sure what's going on here. Is Jessica Biel trying to match her skin to her dress? Has she done something to her face? Is Justin worried about wearing his contacts too late at night? And which one is the girl in the relationship again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332127828265781458" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 300px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gkxS3EwN2ok/Sf-GAkzByNI/AAAAAAAACio/o2C9qXmSPUA/s400/jessica-biel-justin-timberlake-2009-met-costume-gala.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Dear Sister, your question are painfully difficult to answer, but I'll try my best.  In order of their being asked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Yes (see above).&lt;br /&gt;No - clearly those are x-ray glasses &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a la&lt;/span&gt; Mission Impossible.&lt;br /&gt;Wow - that's a tossup.  Judging from her biceps and his overly moisturized skin, I'll have to go with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh!  Shiiiineeeee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSuu83wFDIA/Sf-HoVhok1I/AAAAAAAAAOU/NhjMyxz9Odk/s1600-h/KateMoss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSuu83wFDIA/Sf-HoVhok1I/AAAAAAAAAOU/NhjMyxz9Odk/s400/KateMoss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332129610872689490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162717083076739769-2143725565830631798?l=thesnarksisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesnarksisters.blogspot.com/feeds/2143725565830631798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162717083076739769&amp;postID=2143725565830631798' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162717083076739769/posts/default/2143725565830631798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162717083076739769/posts/default/2143725565830631798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesnarksisters.blogspot.com/2009/05/dork-o-and-his-mutant-orange-date.html' title='Dork-O and his Mutant Orange Date'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17622095240524082391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gkxS3EwN2ok/SeKXCrluOcI/AAAAAAAACew/M4UIG79f6eo/S220/katy+sign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gkxS3EwN2ok/Sf-GAkzByNI/AAAAAAAACio/o2C9qXmSPUA/s72-c/jessica-biel-justin-timberlake-2009-met-costume-gala.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162717083076739769.post-7097147579406424993</id><published>2009-04-22T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T12:02:33.157-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stylists exist for a reason'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My EYES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrities'/><title type='text'>[Insert Clever Title Here]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm left agog, Dear Sister, or rather - I should say a"Gaga" - at the sight of these boots. Nine, count 'em NINE sets of laces are there...and that's just the front! Do note that the back laces up, too! I couldn't even come up with a witty title for this posting because I'm left so friggin' speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSuu83wFDIA/Se9iViOu7PI/AAAAAAAAAMo/r4SXgh6edGo/s1600-h/GagaBoots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327585006307962098" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 208px; cursor: pointer; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSuu83wFDIA/Se9iViOu7PI/AAAAAAAAAMo/r4SXgh6edGo/s400/GagaBoots.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chere sister, since I'm speechless as well, I will rely on the infamous wisdom of Ludacris:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="center"&gt;I'ts a Ho wide world, that we livin' in&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;Feline feminine fantastical women&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="center"&gt;Not all, just some&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;You Ho who you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="center"&gt;There's Ho's in the room, there's Ho's in the car&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="center"&gt;There's Ho's on stage, there's Ho's by the bar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="center"&gt;Ho's by near and Ho's by far...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Dear Sis, I think you get the point...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Addendum: Ho yes I do!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162717083076739769-7097147579406424993?l=thesnarksisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesnarksisters.blogspot.com/feeds/7097147579406424993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162717083076739769&amp;postID=7097147579406424993' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162717083076739769/posts/default/7097147579406424993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162717083076739769/posts/default/7097147579406424993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesnarksisters.blogspot.com/2009/04/insert-clever-title-here.html' title='[Insert Clever Title Here]'/><author><name>EmilyHaHa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BSuu83wFDIA/Sdpy0y3ZQkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/IaJBJqAx-sI/S220/emily-the-strange.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSuu83wFDIA/Se9iViOu7PI/AAAAAAAAAMo/r4SXgh6edGo/s72-c/GagaBoots.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162717083076739769.post-7705734714114702087</id><published>2009-03-31T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T09:22:04.464-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stylists exist for a reason'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrities'/><title type='text'>Flowbee Flub</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well shucks, Dear Sister, I know I've been one to extol the virtues of a good home haircut every now and again, but this looks like the unholy love child of a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-FAMILY: arial" href="http://www.flowbee.com/"&gt;Flowbee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; devotee and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-FAMILY: arial" href="http://www.manbehindthedoll.com/mbtd_totallyhair.htm"&gt;Totally Hair Ken&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; (replete with doll-size Dep Hair Gel). What &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Kellie Pickler thinking? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSuu83wFDIA/SdI-oOBKfCI/AAAAAAAAAJw/xJTf72NYaWw/s1600-h/KelliePickler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319382970556644386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 376px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSuu83wFDIA/SdI-oOBKfCI/AAAAAAAAAJw/xJTf72NYaWw/s400/KelliePickler.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have no idea what she's thinking.  Perhaps she's not - maybe she's tired or just can't keep her eyes open with all of that makeup.  What I do know is now all she needs is a &lt;a href="https://www.asseenontv.com/prod-pages/snggie_ood_ontv.html"&gt;Snuggee&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162717083076739769-7705734714114702087?l=thesnarksisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesnarksisters.blogspot.com/feeds/7705734714114702087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162717083076739769&amp;postID=7705734714114702087' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162717083076739769/posts/default/7705734714114702087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162717083076739769/posts/default/7705734714114702087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesnarksisters.blogspot.com/2009/03/flowbee-flub.html' title='Flowbee Flub'/><author><name>EmilyHaHa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BSuu83wFDIA/Sdpy0y3ZQkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/IaJBJqAx-sI/S220/emily-the-strange.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSuu83wFDIA/SdI-oOBKfCI/AAAAAAAAAJw/xJTf72NYaWw/s72-c/KelliePickler.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162717083076739769.post-9029652886020046349</id><published>2009-03-23T12:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T12:55:13.207-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My EYES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gallery of the absurd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animal kingdom'/><title type='text'>Someone Save the Children</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Dear Sister,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Correct me if I'm wrong, but when one is promoting a children's clothing line, one doesn't usually actually wear the clothing meant for the children, correct? I'm quite confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316469586348116434" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 239px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gkxS3EwN2ok/Scfk68FyidI/AAAAAAAACdg/T1AaoPdj0xc/s400/article-0-040DD774000005DC-720_468x784.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Oh Dear Sister, I believe what we have here is an extreme case of Giantism, no?  Those are actually full-size horses and Katie Price is just so tall the clothes only &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;appear&lt;/span&gt; to be child-sized on her Amazonian frame.  At least I'm pretty sure that's what's going on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162717083076739769-9029652886020046349?l=thesnarksisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesnarksisters.blogspot.com/feeds/9029652886020046349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162717083076739769&amp;postID=9029652886020046349' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162717083076739769/posts/default/9029652886020046349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162717083076739769/posts/default/9029652886020046349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesnarksisters.blogspot.com/2009/03/someone-save-children.html' title='Someone Save the Children'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17622095240524082391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gkxS3EwN2ok/SeKXCrluOcI/AAAAAAAACew/M4UIG79f6eo/S220/katy+sign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gkxS3EwN2ok/Scfk68FyidI/AAAAAAAACdg/T1AaoPdj0xc/s72-c/article-0-040DD774000005DC-720_468x784.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162717083076739769.post-913150157399269562</id><published>2009-03-04T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T07:52:45.925-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='superfantasticness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animal kingdom'/><title type='text'>Mee-Yow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh Dear Sister, I know how you loves you some leopard print. No piece of furniture is too big, no cat toy too small, to embody your favorite faux fur. But how about trying these &lt;a href="http://www.style.com/fashionshows/detail/F2009RTW-DGABBANA"&gt;Dolce &amp;amp; Gabbana&lt;/a&gt; beauties on for size? Don't forget the beribboned tights!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSuu83wFDIA/Sa6he407EBI/AAAAAAAAAIg/vgjQ51FUWWA/s1600-h/D%26GHeel.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309358562738901010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSuu83wFDIA/Sa6he407EBI/AAAAAAAAAIg/vgjQ51FUWWA/s400/D%26GHeel.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dear Sister, I'm ordering them right now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162717083076739769-913150157399269562?l=thesnarksisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesnarksisters.blogspot.com/feeds/913150157399269562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162717083076739769&amp;postID=913150157399269562' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162717083076739769/posts/default/913150157399269562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162717083076739769/posts/default/913150157399269562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesnarksisters.blogspot.com/2009/03/mee-yow.html' title='Mee-Yow!'/><author><name>EmilyHaHa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BSuu83wFDIA/Sdpy0y3ZQkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/IaJBJqAx-sI/S220/emily-the-strange.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSuu83wFDIA/Sa6he407EBI/AAAAAAAAAIg/vgjQ51FUWWA/s72-c/D%26GHeel.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162717083076739769.post-8760442022494315113</id><published>2009-02-27T08:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T08:48:59.978-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big Sis/Big Head'/><title type='text'>Birds of a Feather</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dear, dear Sister,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was on Target.com yesterday and what did mine eyes behold? Only a chair of exquisite beauty and taste. A moss print of birds and floral nonetheless? I want, I need, I covet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because like Celine's heart, my love of green will go on and on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307511637276872226" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 260px; height: 260px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gkxS3EwN2ok/SagRtrUjziI/AAAAAAAABzY/A36t_kHDeWE/s400/51sJrHhawJL__AA260_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;That's a great little story, Dear Sister.  I almost paid attention.  Now let me tell you about this great orange chair I&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; just saw on &lt;a href="http://www.target.com/dp/B001L5HKH4/ref=sc_qi_detailbutton?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;pf_rd_r=19Y3XTC2NGE2T0ZDSMK9&amp;amp;pf_rd_p=465357931&amp;amp;pf_rd_i=B001L5HKH4&amp;amp;pf_rd_s=bottom-6&amp;amp;pf_rd_m=A1VC38T7YXB528&amp;amp;pf_rd_t=5101"&gt;Target.com&lt;/a&gt;.   It's orange and floral and...d'oh!  It's the exact. Same. Chair.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSuu83wFDIA/SagYdU4TjKI/AAAAAAAAAIA/nKwyguVym38/s1600-h/FloralChair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 260px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSuu83wFDIA/SagYdU4TjKI/AAAAAAAAAIA/nKwyguVym38/s400/FloralChair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307519052956273826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; feel sheepish...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSuu83wFDIA/SagYdU4TjKI/AAAAAAAAAIA/nKwyguVym38/s1600-h/FloralChair.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162717083076739769-8760442022494315113?l=thesnarksisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesnarksisters.blogspot.com/feeds/8760442022494315113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162717083076739769&amp;postID=8760442022494315113' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162717083076739769/posts/default/8760442022494315113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162717083076739769/posts/default/8760442022494315113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesnarksisters.blogspot.com/2009/02/birds-of-feather.html' title='Birds of a Feather'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17622095240524082391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gkxS3EwN2ok/SeKXCrluOcI/AAAAAAAACew/M4UIG79f6eo/S220/katy+sign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gkxS3EwN2ok/SagRtrUjziI/AAAAAAAABzY/A36t_kHDeWE/s72-c/51sJrHhawJL__AA260_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162717083076739769.post-6205936889222757316</id><published>2009-02-18T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T11:08:32.332-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='delusions of grandeur'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gallery of the absurd'/><title type='text'>Mirror, mirror on the...er, table?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Dear Sister,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw this and immediately thought of you and your love of mirrored furniture. I mean, what could be better than the ability to play ping pong while seeing the reflection of the world around you...too bad this fabulous apartment addition is stuck as part of of the "Reflection" exhibit by Argentinian artist Rirkrit Tiravanija at the &lt;a href="http://www.nyehaus.com/"&gt;Nyehaus Gallery&lt;/a&gt; in New York.  One can dream, sis, one can dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304224575706941026" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gkxS3EwN2ok/SZxkJgvoxmI/AAAAAAAABx4/pe3fMVkY3S0/s400/cc933eed6c30e949_rirkrit-tiravanija-reflection-ping-pong-table_preview.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Oh dear sister, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;knew&lt;/span&gt; Rirkit was going to pull something like this!  The last time we talked - at the Galerie für Zeitgenössische Kunst in Leipzig - I challenged him to, and I quote, "Reflect on the sport made popular by Hamley's of Regent Street."  Little did I know he'd take me so literally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say, I'm slightly embarassed, but just a tiny bit flattered...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162717083076739769-6205936889222757316?l=thesnarksisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesnarksisters.blogspot.com/feeds/6205936889222757316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162717083076739769&amp;postID=6205936889222757316' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162717083076739769/posts/default/6205936889222757316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162717083076739769/posts/default/6205936889222757316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesnarksisters.blogspot.com/2009/02/mirror-mirror-on-theer-table.html' title='Mirror, mirror on the...er, table?'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17622095240524082391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gkxS3EwN2ok/SeKXCrluOcI/AAAAAAAACew/M4UIG79f6eo/S220/katy+sign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gkxS3EwN2ok/SZxkJgvoxmI/AAAAAAAABx4/pe3fMVkY3S0/s72-c/cc933eed6c30e949_rirkrit-tiravanija-reflection-ping-pong-table_preview.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162717083076739769.post-8826975455204516803</id><published>2009-02-11T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T12:00:47.869-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My EYES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animal kingdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion foibles'/><title type='text'>My Little Pony</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;SJP is so cute when she tries hard. Hence, these shoes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301627234975778306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gkxS3EwN2ok/SZMp4YhEhgI/AAAAAAAABxY/xEc_2pDT7NE/s400/jessicaponyshoes1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dear Sister, to this trend I say both "nay" and "neigh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Dear Sister, I see your bad pun and raise you a haiku:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah Jessica&lt;br /&gt;Why the leather cloven hoof?&lt;br /&gt;Quit horsing around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162717083076739769-8826975455204516803?l=thesnarksisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesnarksisters.blogspot.com/feeds/8826975455204516803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162717083076739769&amp;postID=8826975455204516803' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162717083076739769/posts/default/8826975455204516803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162717083076739769/posts/default/8826975455204516803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesnarksisters.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-little-pony.html' title='My Little Pony'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17622095240524082391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gkxS3EwN2ok/SeKXCrluOcI/AAAAAAAACew/M4UIG79f6eo/S220/katy+sign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gkxS3EwN2ok/SZMp4YhEhgI/AAAAAAAABxY/xEc_2pDT7NE/s72-c/jessicaponyshoes1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162717083076739769.post-5354745247073299117</id><published>2009-01-06T07:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T08:20:07.052-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gallery of the absurd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good times'/><title type='text'>Now all my dreams have come true</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Dear Sister, a couple years ago you forced me to watch American Idol. And by force, I mean you turned it on and I couldn't turn away. And yes, that was the year of Sanjaya. Just when I thought I could file that experience under "Things that make me want to claw my eyes out," he's back - and I'm so afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288198446933754850" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gkxS3EwN2ok/SWN0eCtCQ-I/AAAAAAAABtM/UXD8G0E8DVE/s400/sanjayamusicinmyheadno1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, no one should ever title their first single as such - because he's the only one who cares about the music in his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, Dear Sister, you'd better get thee to an eye doctor today, because between the burning and the clawing, I'm guessing it's going to take more than Visine to get the red out.  But alas, I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's be honest: Sanjaya's luscious locks and exorbitant eyebrows - not to mention that 14-year-old facial scruff - are simply too magnetic to resist.  If the music in his head is manifesting itself in the hair on his head, then I say dance.  Dance!  Dance like you've never danced before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162717083076739769-5354745247073299117?l=thesnarksisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesnarksisters.blogspot.com/feeds/5354745247073299117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162717083076739769&amp;postID=5354745247073299117' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162717083076739769/posts/default/5354745247073299117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162717083076739769/posts/default/5354745247073299117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesnarksisters.blogspot.com/2009/01/now-all-my-dreams-have-come-true.html' title='Now all my dreams have come true'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17622095240524082391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gkxS3EwN2ok/SeKXCrluOcI/AAAAAAAACew/M4UIG79f6eo/S220/katy+sign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gkxS3EwN2ok/SWN0eCtCQ-I/AAAAAAAABtM/UXD8G0E8DVE/s72-c/sanjayamusicinmyheadno1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162717083076739769.post-3911674855898719768</id><published>2009-01-06T07:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T07:48:28.538-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My EYES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tastes like burning'/><title type='text'>Oh, Pixie Geldof</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Dear Sister, my eyes are burning....BURNING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288197208748781234" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 149px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gkxS3EwN2ok/SWNzV-Gu7rI/AAAAAAAABtE/7Cod5LlasN0/s400/pixie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Oh Dear Sister.  Next time I hope Pixie "Stix" with one print!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162717083076739769-3911674855898719768?l=thesnarksisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesnarksisters.blogspot.com/feeds/3911674855898719768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162717083076739769&amp;postID=3911674855898719768' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162717083076739769/posts/default/3911674855898719768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162717083076739769/posts/default/3911674855898719768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesnarksisters.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-pixie-geldof.html' title='Oh, Pixie Geldof'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17622095240524082391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gkxS3EwN2ok/SeKXCrluOcI/AAAAAAAACew/M4UIG79f6eo/S220/katy+sign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gkxS3EwN2ok/SWNzV-Gu7rI/AAAAAAAABtE/7Cod5LlasN0/s72-c/pixie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162717083076739769.post-3656345832315182796</id><published>2008-12-29T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T09:23:22.514-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animal kingdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuteness overload'/><title type='text'>I Want One!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Oh Dear Sister, how precious is this? An earless rabbit! Okay, so his ears are probably missing because his mother bit them off shortly after he was born, but he surely doesn't remember that tragedy. He was too little. And now he's just so pwecious...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BSuu83wFDIA/SVkjX9lmw4I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/pd12qq-T0C4/s1600-h/vincent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285294532272243586" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; cursor: pointer; height: 244px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BSuu83wFDIA/SVkjX9lmw4I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/pd12qq-T0C4/s400/vincent.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Dear Sister, I 'ear ya on that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addendum: Oh no you di'in't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162717083076739769-3656345832315182796?l=thesnarksisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesnarksisters.blogspot.com/feeds/3656345832315182796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162717083076739769&amp;postID=3656345832315182796' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162717083076739769/posts/default/3656345832315182796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162717083076739769/posts/default/3656345832315182796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesnarksisters.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-want-one.html' title='I Want One!'/><author><name>EmilyHaHa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BSuu83wFDIA/Sdpy0y3ZQkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/IaJBJqAx-sI/S220/emily-the-strange.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BSuu83wFDIA/SVkjX9lmw4I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/pd12qq-T0C4/s72-c/vincent.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162717083076739769.post-8634882992223969022</id><published>2008-12-19T07:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T09:29:24.974-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gallery of the absurd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tell Santa I love him'/><title type='text'>A Kitty Kristmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Dear Sister, I wanted to help you out this Christmas with a um, I'll go with "unique," idea from this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://kittywigs.com/wigindex.html"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;. Don't all kitties lurve these? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281519990105344130" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gkxS3EwN2ok/SUu6csRaiII/AAAAAAAABLQ/FaxWTLuP7Uo/s400/blue2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;On second thought - good thing my kitty's been declawed - or I would probably be bleeding if I tried to put this on him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Oh Dear Sister, don't be silly!  Of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; cats love wearing ridiculous wigs on their heads.  Why just the other three months ago, I placed purple pigtails on a-cat-who-shall-remain-nameless's head and he simply &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; it.  We're talking purr city here.  Doesn't he look happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSuu83wFDIA/SUvYbK0yBMI/AAAAAAAAAFI/1Vx4rfWQ4ZI/s1600-h/Publication1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSuu83wFDIA/SUvYbK0yBMI/AAAAAAAAAFI/1Vx4rfWQ4ZI/s400/Publication1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281552949295842498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162717083076739769-8634882992223969022?l=thesnarksisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesnarksisters.blogspot.com/feeds/8634882992223969022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162717083076739769&amp;postID=8634882992223969022' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162717083076739769/posts/default/8634882992223969022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162717083076739769/posts/default/8634882992223969022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesnarksisters.blogspot.com/2008/12/kitty-kristmas.html' title='A Kitty Kristmas'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17622095240524082391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gkxS3EwN2ok/SeKXCrluOcI/AAAAAAAACew/M4UIG79f6eo/S220/katy+sign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gkxS3EwN2ok/SUu6csRaiII/AAAAAAAABLQ/FaxWTLuP7Uo/s72-c/blue2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162717083076739769.post-1051593828801777742</id><published>2008-12-18T09:39:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T09:55:12.508-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My EYES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gallery of the absurd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tom and Katie'/><title type='text'>It's Christmas, not Halloween, right?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gkxS3EwN2ok/SUqK8sZS1sI/AAAAAAAABLI/8Xy-YCiU5sk/s1600-h/article-1097104-02D70CA7000005DC-695_468x641.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281186288359364290" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 292px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gkxS3EwN2ok/SUqK8sZS1sI/AAAAAAAABLI/8Xy-YCiU5sk/s400/article-1097104-02D70CA7000005DC-695_468x641.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Dear Sister, Ugh, I'm so confused.  I thought Katie Holmes is turning 30...but she looks sort of well, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: arial;"&gt;old&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;, in this picture.  Old, and slightly possessed - like somehow holding her eyes really open will camouflage the huge bags underneath them.  Oh, and is their another remake of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The Omen&lt;/em&gt; that I don't know about?  Because I think Suri is auditioning for it in this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, Dear Sister.  I haven't seen this much "Evil Eye" since Socrates and his &lt;i&gt;Blepedaimones&lt;/i&gt; challenged the wisdom of the Oracle at Delphi.  Or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My recommendation?  Two slices of cucumber, a hearty grilled-cheese sandwich, and some nail-polish remover for the little one.  Oh, and ditch the blanket.  It's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162717083076739769-1051593828801777742?l=thesnarksisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesnarksisters.blogspot.com/feeds/1051593828801777742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162717083076739769&amp;postID=1051593828801777742' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162717083076739769/posts/default/1051593828801777742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162717083076739769/posts/default/1051593828801777742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesnarksisters.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-christmas-not-halloween-right.html' title='It&apos;s Christmas, not Halloween, right?'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17622095240524082391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gkxS3EwN2ok/SeKXCrluOcI/AAAAAAAACew/M4UIG79f6eo/S220/katy+sign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gkxS3EwN2ok/SUqK8sZS1sI/AAAAAAAABLI/8Xy-YCiU5sk/s72-c/article-1097104-02D70CA7000005DC-695_468x641.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162717083076739769.post-8213502152652531646</id><published>2008-12-11T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T06:44:25.745-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My EYES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='airbrushed within an inch of your life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrities'/><title type='text'>Smells like desperation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gkxS3EwN2ok/SUH_cDn_0eI/AAAAAAAABJ4/-hwPTatKm-Q/s1600-h/GQfeature1v.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278781095729418722" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gkxS3EwN2ok/SUH_cDn_0eI/AAAAAAAABJ4/-hwPTatKm-Q/s400/GQfeature1v.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Dear sister, girl next door my a**.  She decrees that she doesn't want attention and then she poses like this on the cover of a men's magazine.  She's a "strong, independent" woman, but she can't stop talking about Brangelina.  She wants to be known for her career, but all she makes is painfully bad movies.  I want to throw up a little bit every time I hear her speak, because she's so whiny I can almost here the the women's movement taking two steps back....Dear sister - what do you advise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear sister, here's what I advise: a bigger tie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162717083076739769-8213502152652531646?l=thesnarksisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesnarksisters.blogspot.com/feeds/8213502152652531646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162717083076739769&amp;postID=8213502152652531646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162717083076739769/posts/default/8213502152652531646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162717083076739769/posts/default/8213502152652531646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesnarksisters.blogspot.com/2008/12/smells-like-desperation.html' title='Smells like desperation'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17622095240524082391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gkxS3EwN2ok/SeKXCrluOcI/AAAAAAAACew/M4UIG79f6eo/S220/katy+sign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gkxS3EwN2ok/SUH_cDn_0eI/AAAAAAAABJ4/-hwPTatKm-Q/s72-c/GQfeature1v.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162717083076739769.post-4183480533739739775</id><published>2008-12-05T09:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T08:29:08.835-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gallery of the absurd'/><title type='text'>Best.  Gifts.  Ever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;All I want for Christmas, Dear Sister, is a fake gift. Like these available from the &lt;a href="http://store.theonion.com/gift-boxes-set-of-6-p-393.html"&gt;Onion Store&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSuu83wFDIA/STlhRKlgbHI/AAAAAAAAAEw/McJ3jUn9eKQ/s1600-h/images..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276355385968585842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 365px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 365px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSuu83wFDIA/STlhRKlgbHI/AAAAAAAAAEw/McJ3jUn9eKQ/s400/images..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; This fine selection includes the following: (1) USB Toaster, (1) iFeast, (1) Kleen•Stride, (1) Visorganizer, (1) Peaceful Progression Smoke Alarm, (1) Auto Power Strip. What, no trees that grow spaghetti? No frozen Left-Handed Whoppers? I think those would make great additions...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;Dear Sister - Oh no! That's all you want for Christmas? But I was going to get you these:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277456914631369266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gkxS3EwN2ok/ST1LGkoIIjI/AAAAAAAABJY/HmOWQCLKTvo/s400/ASPENSHTMMT001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;According to &lt;a href="http://www.jessicasimpsoncollection.com/cgi-bin/cam99w/site.w?location=b2c/retail-product.w&amp;amp;action=catalog&amp;amp;division=07&amp;amp;category=100&amp;amp;prb=&amp;amp;srb=&amp;amp;mill=&amp;amp;product=ASPEN&amp;amp;result=&amp;amp;brands=no&amp;amp;frames=no&amp;amp;target=main&amp;amp;sponsor=000001&amp;amp;nocache=32156"&gt;Jessica Simpson&lt;/a&gt;, they're the height of fashion.  Well, now that I think about it - it's still a fake gift - because no one in their right mine would consider these as actual shoes. I think they match the USB Toaster brilliantly!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162717083076739769-4183480533739739775?l=thesnarksisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesnarksisters.blogspot.com/feeds/4183480533739739775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162717083076739769&amp;postID=4183480533739739775' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162717083076739769/posts/default/4183480533739739775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162717083076739769/posts/default/4183480533739739775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesnarksisters.blogspot.com/2008/12/best-gifts-ever.html' title='Best.  Gifts.  Ever.'/><author><name>EmilyHaHa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BSuu83wFDIA/Sdpy0y3ZQkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/IaJBJqAx-sI/S220/emily-the-strange.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSuu83wFDIA/STlhRKlgbHI/AAAAAAAAAEw/McJ3jUn9eKQ/s72-c/images..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162717083076739769.post-584020484486458016</id><published>2008-11-12T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T09:48:02.704-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gallery of the absurd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='delayed adolescence'/><title type='text'>Read My Lips</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It shouldn't be hard, dear sister, since I'm wearing them on my finger! Add a bit of Barbie bling with these one-of-a-kind jewelry pieces from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5165121"&gt;Margaux Lange&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. Just don't expect this kind of style to come cheap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Barbie Beach Party Teresa Doll from Toys "R" Us: $6.49.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pink Barbie Smile Ring: $140.00.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Getting someone to kiss your ring: Priceless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: arial;" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSuu83wFDIA/SRshzXQE0rI/AAAAAAAAAEo/smi_C8lhfaw/s1600-h/barbie.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: arial;" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSuu83wFDIA/SRshzXQE0rI/AAAAAAAAAEo/smi_C8lhfaw/s1600-h/barbie.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: arial;" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSuu83wFDIA/SRshzXQE0rI/AAAAAAAAAEo/smi_C8lhfaw/s1600-h/barbie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267841355438412466" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; cursor: pointer; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSuu83wFDIA/SRshzXQE0rI/AAAAAAAAAEo/smi_C8lhfaw/s400/barbie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Dear Sister, I know that you always have your &lt;strong&gt;ear&lt;/strong&gt; to the ground for the latest fad, and for that skill, I would give an &lt;strong&gt;arm&lt;/strong&gt;. But don't forget, when spreading the trends by word of &lt;strong&gt;mouth&lt;/strong&gt;, try not to be a &lt;strong&gt;boob&lt;/strong&gt; about it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268525828994808594" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 328px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gkxS3EwN2ok/SR2QU980uxI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/3JNKmi5oWzI/s400/barbie+ears.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162717083076739769-584020484486458016?l=thesnarksisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesnarksisters.blogspot.com/feeds/584020484486458016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162717083076739769&amp;postID=584020484486458016' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162717083076739769/posts/default/584020484486458016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162717083076739769/posts/default/584020484486458016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesnarksisters.blogspot.com/2008/11/read-my-lips.html' title='Read My Lips'/><author><name>EmilyHaHa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BSuu83wFDIA/Sdpy0y3ZQkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/IaJBJqAx-sI/S220/emily-the-strange.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSuu83wFDIA/SRshzXQE0rI/AAAAAAAAAEo/smi_C8lhfaw/s72-c/barbie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162717083076739769.post-4213366457192293000</id><published>2008-11-09T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T05:45:04.882-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='superfantasticness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gallery of the absurd'/><title type='text'>Really?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gkxS3EwN2ok/SRezO5bPgPI/AAAAAAAAAjI/eEnHVrN6kP4/s1600-h/cuddlepillowboyfriend.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266875357747708146" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 399px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gkxS3EwN2ok/SRezO5bPgPI/AAAAAAAAAjI/eEnHVrN6kP4/s400/cuddlepillowboyfriend.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, dear sister.  Really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSuu83wFDIA/SRmMSQM3qCI/AAAAAAAAAEg/esw5LkJ-nRI/s1600-h/lap+pillow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 393px; height: 273px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BSuu83wFDIA/SRmMSQM3qCI/AAAAAAAAAEg/esw5LkJ-nRI/s400/lap+pillow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267395484400986146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162717083076739769-4213366457192293000?l=thesnarksisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesnarksisters.blogspot.com/feeds/4213366457192293000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162717083076739769&amp;postID=4213366457192293000' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162717083076739769/posts/default/4213366457192293000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162717083076739769/posts/default/4213366457192293000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesnarksisters.blogspot.com/2008/11/really.html' title='Really?'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17622095240524082391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gkxS3EwN2ok/SeKXCrluOcI/AAAAAAAACew/M4UIG79f6eo/S220/katy+sign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gkxS3EwN2ok/SRezO5bPgPI/AAAAAAAAAjI/eEnHVrN6kP4/s72-c/cuddlepillowboyfriend.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162717083076739769.post-6593058922371239606</id><published>2008-11-06T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T07:21:55.990-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My EYES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrities'/><title type='text'>BoGo gone wrong</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;Totes my dear sister, I agree with you on Michelle Obama's choice on red. Though I hardly noticed that night as part of the mass of humanity in Grant Park, but I can only surmise that perhaps Michelle was reclaiming the color red - she is going to OWN that color...own it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I cannot find a reason to is this fun confection of something. I'm drug free and proud, but this outfit makes me doubt that decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265746035260751778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 127px; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gkxS3EwN2ok/SROwHrUjf6I/AAAAAAAAAio/_v4HXDU3K9A/s400/joss+stone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dear Sister, I love BoGo time at Payless as much as the next saavy shopper, but never has it crossed my mind to wear one of each at the same time...at least not in the past few months. I'm sure there's a fashion statement in here somewhere, but I can't get past all the patterns and colors. I think perhaps I prefer when Joss Stone chooses to wear no shoes at all on the carpet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Dear Sister, I...uh...well. Okay, let's just say that- Wait, let me start over. I... For example...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give up. Words fail me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162717083076739769-6593058922371239606?l=thesnarksisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesnarksisters.blogspot.com/feeds/6593058922371239606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162717083076739769&amp;postID=6593058922371239606' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162717083076739769/posts/default/6593058922371239606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162717083076739769/posts/default/6593058922371239606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesnarksisters.blogspot.com/2008/11/bogo-gone-wrong.html' title='BoGo gone wrong'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17622095240524082391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gkxS3EwN2ok/SeKXCrluOcI/AAAAAAAACew/M4UIG79f6eo/S220/katy+sign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gkxS3EwN2ok/SROwHrUjf6I/AAAAAAAAAio/_v4HXDU3K9A/s72-c/joss+stone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162717083076739769.post-8822726975361139194</id><published>2008-11-05T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T09:34:09.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Betcha THAT Didn't Cost $150,000</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You know, dear sister, many are criticizing Michelle Obama's choice of dress last night, saying the Narciso Rodriguez frock didn't flatter her frame.  But that was the least of my concerns.  I think the fit was fine.  The bigger question is why did she and her oldest daughter choose red?  Isn't that the color of the other party?  Where was the tried and true Democratic blue?  Curious, don't you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSuu83wFDIA/SRHB7caOYBI/AAAAAAAAAEM/HF3oa7fd780/s1600-h/barackobamaholdselectiobd6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSuu83wFDIA/SRHB7caOYBI/AAAAAAAAAEM/HF3oa7fd780/s400/barackobamaholdselectiobd6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265202666355449874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162717083076739769-8822726975361139194?l=thesnarksisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesnarksisters.blogspot.com/feeds/8822726975361139194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162717083076739769&amp;postID=8822726975361139194' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162717083076739769/posts/default/8822726975361139194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162717083076739769/posts/default/8822726975361139194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesnarksisters.blogspot.com/2008/11/betcha-that-didnt-cost-150000.html' title='Betcha THAT Didn&apos;t Cost $150,000'/><author><name>EmilyHaHa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BSuu83wFDIA/Sdpy0y3ZQkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/IaJBJqAx-sI/S220/emily-the-strange.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSuu83wFDIA/SRHB7caOYBI/AAAAAAAAAEM/HF3oa7fd780/s72-c/barackobamaholdselectiobd6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162717083076739769.post-368058747988681132</id><published>2008-11-03T18:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T07:54:15.395-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magazines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='airbrushed within an inch of your life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrities'/><title type='text'>Isn't she De-ugly?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gkxS3EwN2ok/SQ-z6FKuAyI/AAAAAAAAAhA/cqqgMJD7vUE/s1600-h/cusl09_winslet0812.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264624299820319522" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 292px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gkxS3EwN2ok/SQ-z6FKuAyI/AAAAAAAAAhA/cqqgMJD7vUE/s400/cusl09_winslet0812.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Sister:  I think the doves did cry when they saw this cover image.  I love Kate Winslet, she's totes awesome.  But even she cannot carry the weird lion-mane hare, boring white coat, and overdone airbrushing.  The accompanying article, "Isn’t She Deneuvely," is typical Kate - frank and interesting.  But my dear fashionista sister, does this cover not make you say &lt;em&gt;Quel horreur??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Oh, Dear Sister, an abomination indeed!  And this from a woman who was "outraged" a few years back when GQ reduced her thighs to the size of my upper arms for their cover shoot.  Methinks the lady doth protest too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the FemBots called: they want their hair back.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the Snow Queen called: she wants her coat back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Madonna from 1983 called: she wants her eyebrows back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I'm calling: I want those shoes.  Those are actually really cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162717083076739769-368058747988681132?l=thesnarksisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesnarksisters.blogspot.com/feeds/368058747988681132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162717083076739769&amp;postID=368058747988681132' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162717083076739769/posts/default/368058747988681132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162717083076739769/posts/default/368058747988681132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesnarksisters.blogspot.com/2008/11/isnt-she-de-ugly.html' title='Isn&apos;t she De-ugly?'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17622095240524082391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gkxS3EwN2ok/SeKXCrluOcI/AAAAAAAACew/M4UIG79f6eo/S220/katy+sign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gkxS3EwN2ok/SQ-z6FKuAyI/AAAAAAAAAhA/cqqgMJD7vUE/s72-c/cusl09_winslet0812.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162717083076739769.post-9019905742634460483</id><published>2008-11-03T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T09:14:01.633-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tom and Katie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion foibles'/><title type='text'>Tiny Tim...er Tom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gkxS3EwN2ok/SQ8gXvFJDnI/AAAAAAAAAg4/xhSDR6UiXAw/s1600-h/tom_cruise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264462081566510706" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gkxS3EwN2ok/SQ8gXvFJDnI/AAAAAAAAAg4/xhSDR6UiXAw/s400/tom_cruise.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dear Sister:  Whilst browsing &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.people.com"&gt;People &lt;/a&gt;early this morning, I came across this picture, and my first thought was - has Tom shrunk?  I mean based on this picture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Dear Sister, he has apparently left the &lt;a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-493488/The-shoe-lift-challenge-Eat-heart-Tom.html"&gt;lifts&lt;/a&gt; at home this time.  More pressing, though, is the constant matching of these two.  To wit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSuu83wFDIA/SQ8wf8NZG_I/AAAAAAAAAD8/BqKP_JfFIiA/s1600-h/jeans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSuu83wFDIA/SQ8wf8NZG_I/AAAAAAAAAD8/BqKP_JfFIiA/s400/jeans.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264479814715775986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The "Boyfriend Jeans"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSuu83wFDIA/SQ8vliV3pDI/AAAAAAAAADs/Dp6Dths3wuA/s1600-h/graymatching.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BSuu83wFDIA/SQ8vliV3pDI/AAAAAAAAADs/Dp6Dths3wuA/s400/graymatching.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264478811339596850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The "Awkward Hand-Holding Ill-Fitting Blazers"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSuu83wFDIA/SQ8v7pHa3fI/AAAAAAAAAD0/EKNHLXXvr24/s1600-h/TOMCATCOPYCAT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 326px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BSuu83wFDIA/SQ8v7pHa3fI/AAAAAAAAAD0/EKNHLXXvr24/s400/TOMCATCOPYCAT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264479191115161074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and, the "I Can't Believe They're So Identical Looking Suits"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Call me crazy, but I can't help but think that this is the next logical step:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BSuu83wFDIA/SQ8xL__c1zI/AAAAAAAAAEE/fjdiCXuL870/s1600-h/chang-%26-eng.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 360px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BSuu83wFDIA/SQ8xL__c1zI/AAAAAAAAAEE/fjdiCXuL870/s400/chang-%26-eng.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264480571645286194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162717083076739769-9019905742634460483?l=thesnarksisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesnarksisters.blogspot.com/feeds/9019905742634460483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162717083076739769&amp;postID=9019905742634460483' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162717083076739769/posts/default/9019905742634460483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162717083076739769/posts/default/9019905742634460483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesnarksisters.blogspot.com/2008/11/tiny-timer-tom.html' title='Tiny Tim...er Tom'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17622095240524082391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gkxS3EwN2ok/SeKXCrluOcI/AAAAAAAACew/M4UIG79f6eo/S220/katy+sign.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gkxS3EwN2ok/SQ8gXvFJDnI/AAAAAAAAAg4/xhSDR6UiXAw/s72-c/tom_cruise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
