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...York City with 30 years of experience counseling troubled couples, takes an uncompromising position: "There's no such thing as an innocent financial fib." Even if you don't accept her zero-tolerance approach--Weil frowns on even the surreptitious picking of your partner's clothing pockets or wallet for extra cash--financial faithlessness may be more widespread than you think. According to a recent Harris poll, 40% of all adults in a committed relationship admitted to lying to their partner about spending habits...
...glaring is the identity that TV news divisions put up front. (Not that white men are exactly rare in print either, as the head shot at the top of this column illustrates.) It should be embarrassing that presidential politics--which gave us all those dead white guys in your wallet--is moving forward as TV news is moving back. Our leaders are more diverse than our anchors...
...never be enough. What's needed is a mandatory carbon cap in the biggest carbon market of all - the U.S. If and when that happens, we may see carbon emissions drop as rapidly as SO2 and NO has fallen under Sandor's acid rain market - without emptying our national wallet. "I'm optimistic," says Sandor. "The potential [cap-and-trade] legislation is moving in the right direction. If we design the building right, it won't punish the economy." On this Earth Day, as we grapple with worsening climate change, we should take time to recognize an unlikely hero...
...give in to his plea “Let’s make love”—but only for a second. Unsurprisingly, she vanishes again, leaving Usher aroused and, frankly, down-right confused. He walks out of the club in search of her or perhaps the wallet that she surely pick-pocketed. At this point we find out that the club doesn’t actually exist. He emerges from a ruined structure that’s simply the site onto which Usher projects his sexual fantasy. So he isn’t actually working...
...modest, too. Pine chairs and tables at one end of the barn; at the other, a deli selling more Dangereux delights, such as home-made breads and harissa mayonnaise. Every so often, the chef himself will emerge in surfer shorts and flip-flops. No longer dangereux to your wallet, but lethal to the notion that haute cuisine has to be haughty. www.thefoodbarn.co.za