Consuela, I'm so sorry. All good thoughts for your friend.
Lilah ,'Just Rewards (2)'
Natter 73: Chuck Norris only wishes he could Natter
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Oy flea, your mother!
I was just given the gift of the day to myself. It was lovely, and yet? Now the guilt weasels are crawling out from the corners.
Begone guilt weasels! Burrell does not need you.
and N said, "You are already married! You can't raise babies and NOT be married."
Oh, N, so adorable.
Congratulations on the being allowed to raise babies now!
I didn't know that CU's were for select populations. That was my very first bank account, set up by my dad, who worked at a computer company (now defunct, but the CU still exists and I still have that account). I'm not sure the logistics, but we once played with him loaning me money, and watched as he put a dollar into my savings account . . . and then took it back out.
And then I knew how they pillaged my allowance money when I was a kid.
CU's used to be restricted, but they've broadened the definition by a lot. Mine's changed names several times, but I've been with them for over 20 years.
Kat, congrats!
Heh on the cheetah taxi. Although, being an Uber driver means I don't have to drive like a bat out of hell. Efficiently yes, but I don't have to endanger your life in the name of getting the next fare started already.
It's hand-crafted artisanal driving, I tell my fares.
My CU has a residency requirement, that's it as far as I know.
Congratulations, Kat!
Ahahahahaha, it's tough in Boston.
I amend my earlier sense of being appalled with the observation that if dude was standing out in the street in Boston he's lucky he didn't run afoul of a driver that would do more than tag his backpack.
Thanks, everyone.
Flea, oy! Mothers!
Down 80 bucks for the snowplowing from the week previous, although I'm a little miffed that he showed up for the second time with only an inch on the ground that was light and fluffy (we could have used a broom! You didn't consult me about that plow job!). But those are words to have with my neighbor that I'm splitting the bill with, not the plow guy. Hope this Mondays storm misses me as well, or else there goes all my plans for my tax returns.