~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.
Good going, Cash's kids!
And principal dancer with the NYCity ballet. And he's really hot.
Holy shit, he's BEAUTIFUL.
Holy shit, he's BEAUTIFUL.
That kid's going to be an excellent addition to the gene pool.
Monday Night Football time!
I'm nervous.
Aw, the Never Say Never GMC ad about the Saints that just ran in the MNF ad break made me all verklempt.