Part of hosting a fabulous Thanksgiving feast is ensuring one’s guests aren’t pecked to pieces by wild turkeys lurking in the shrubbery, I always say. We were besieged last year, and even once everyone was safely inside, it was hard to relax with the flock giving us the collective stink eye through the window.
This year, my butler Peevish will step up to the plate in a pair of Michael Kors ostrich-feather trim jeans.
“Act as a decoy,” I instructed. “Lead them away.”
“What if they declare me their leader?” he asked.
“Do you really want King of the Turkeys on your resume?”
Speaking of calling fowl, I did at several getups during this week’s red carpet stakeout.
Let me tuck into this Gobbler, and I’ll file my report:
Tove Lo lost a bet, but the dollar store unloaded that skirt and jacket, finally.
Do you think Nicole Kidman asked for a Heidi nightie with a cartoon trim, or was this fate?
How hard is it to choose one style for the top? It’s a wonder, Gal Gadot.
I finally found a way to smuggle wine bottles into events. And I have Majida Issa and her sleeves to thank.
1 part Wild Turkey 101
1 part Sprite
Fill a mason jar half with Sprite and half with Wild Turkey.
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