Yasmin is responsible for the Ever-Expanding Boobies

I just got an email from a friend with photos of her brand new baby girl, Yasmin. So while this sentence startled me, I kinda went "Um, yeah, I guess she is."

Then I read Epic saying she'd write songs to Yasmin (okay, so I often read the whole screen at once in no real order), and started to get really confused.

gah, Aimee. Hope this gets straightened out, and quick. I think Fred's right, that it is a fake deposit in order to get more money out.

runs to check own bank balance...

Christ on a stick, Aims. {{{Aims}}} I hope the bank gets this sorted out immediately. Dammit.

5-10 business days before we get the credit.

I'ma go eat or something.............

Life protects you from your stupid sometimes. Because my ex has changed his e and I don't have the current. It's probably better, but yet? Way to "stay friends" asshole. But I just know I'm way easy to get over, and they have fourteen gifted children by now. And I have an office with gum on the walls.

Aimee, good to know all should turn out well.

Any luck on the daycare checks?

She already deposited one, she's going to hold the one I wrote today. Hopefully, she won't kick us out.

(((vw)))

(((Aimee))) Yes, love, do call the daycare and explain the bank's farkup. Then make sure the bank covers that check, at least, until they sort out their problem. And make sure they cover any interest and write letters to any of your creditors to whom your check didn't clear. The same thing happened to us, and we had to insist they replace interest earned, pay interest we lost, and write explanatory letters, but they did do it. (((you)))

Once upon a time we had the most esoteric and beautiful used and antiquarian bookseller here in town, in a genteely-faded old dowager of a house. It was run by a lovely post-grad couple, and upon entering, one was invariably greeted by one or the other with an offer of a cup of tea, and Millie, the book dog, who was a Cavalier King Charles. Soft brown and white, she would greet the shopper cheerfully, and then go back to her cushion to await the next customer.

They gave away bookmarks and sold t-shirts and book bags printed with a pile of books over the shop's name, with Millie the Bookdog lettered over the top, and Millie herself napping on the pile of books. I love Cavalier King Charles. They're about the perfect size, too, larger than Yorkies, Poms, and Chihuahuas, but not too big for an apartment. They were originally hunting dogs, too, so they're not innately uselessly decorative.

A couple of grown up Cavs.

I wonder if there is a temptation to have many Cavs rather than just one or two?