Not a random choreographer, the choreographer from Black Swan, right?
'The Cautionary Tale of Numero Cinco'
Natter 67: Overriding Vetoes
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, nail polish, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
And principal dancer with the NYCity ballet. And he's really hot. [link]
In the ongoing eHarmony/Paypal fiasco, my credit union is a shining star today. I checked my account as I was eDepositing a couple of checks. Four NSF fees in one day due to the mess. First I called eHarmony about it and they faffed about before saying they would need to do a three way call with my bank. The person I was talking to was NOT a bright bulb, so I decided to call my bank myself and see if they needed to talk with eHarmony. Called the credit union, explained the mess, reviewed my account which now had FIVE NSF charges, and she kindly refunded all 5. I'll keep an eye out to make sure no more hit. I still don't have access to the money that is stuck at paypal, but at least my bank isn't negative anymore.
Whoa, Natalie Portman is pregnant
Two thoughts. First, that is going to be one beautiful baby. Second, my DH is going to plotz when he hears.
Still no word on my MiL, but they should be with the doctor right now.
~ma to Burrell's MIL
I, too, laughed at the dancer named Millipied!
Thank god for your credit union, Suzi.
In tampon news, I hit the OB motherlode! The grocery store in the hood had plenty. Like, so many I could not afford to buy them all. I bought all of the mixed boxes they had
They had 24 boxes of ultra, though, and I don't use them, but I can go back tomorrow if anyone wants them. They are a 40 pack for $6.99.
The OB search missions crack me up. I'm so glad I haven't had a period for five years.
Burrell, much ~ma for your MiL.
I managed to keep some miso down tonight. But I feel like I've been hit by a truck. This is the first time I'm out of bed or off the couch.
Ugh, poor Cashmere. Stomach bugs suck ass.
I hates the stomach flu. Poor Cash.
Sorry Cash, I hope you start feeling better soon.
Thanks, guys. I'm thankful the kids are finally getting to be self-sufficient. They've gotten their own snacks, played well together and haven't been too loud.