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Dear Community,
Our tech team has launched updates to The Nest today. As a result of these updates, members of the Nest Community will need to change their password in order to continue participating in the community. In addition, The Nest community member's avatars will be replaced with generic default avatars. If you wish to revert to your original avatar, you will need to re-upload it via The Nest.
If you have questions about this, please email help@theknot.com.
Thank you.
Note: This only affects The Nest's community members and will not affect members on The Bump or The Knot.
Our tech team has launched updates to The Nest today. As a result of these updates, members of the Nest Community will need to change their password in order to continue participating in the community. In addition, The Nest community member's avatars will be replaced with generic default avatars. If you wish to revert to your original avatar, you will need to re-upload it via The Nest.
If you have questions about this, please email help@theknot.com.
Thank you.
Note: This only affects The Nest's community members and will not affect members on The Bump or The Knot.
Craptastic Wednesday, anyone?
After posting in the "Good News" post, I drove my car into the stone steps of my parents patio and dislodged my bumper. Fvck!
Good news is that I have my father's car to drive around...you know, since I live with my parents and all...at the age of 27...because I'm going through a terrible divorce...with a STBXH who is still being a douche about signing the settlement agreement and essentially trapping me in my marriage...ugh!
Where on god's green earth is it 5:00?! ::sips coffee with disdain::
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Re: Craptastic Wednesday, anyone?
I have a date tomorrow night. I'm sure I'll feel super confident showing up with my Dad's car, which has a side mirror that is duct taped on! Apparently I have his driving skills...
Oh honey, I'm sorry. Sorry for laughing at imagining you running into your parents house with a car, but more sorry you are having such a craptastic day. You are such a kind, brilliant, beautiful woman and deserve all the happiness in the world---in my humble opinion!
Oh and did you forget...it is 5 oclock in Israel. That counts because you are Israeli. Win!
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Awesome, thanks! Although I'm thinking about renouncing my citizenship. I've already vowed never to speak Hebrew again :P
I can understand those feelings. But as long as you still have your Israeli citizenship, I see no problem in partaking in two happy hours. It's one of the many perks as a former expat, along with judging the Travel board ladies.
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This head cold sucks. As in really sucks. Even more fun is that being pregnant means there is a whole host of medication I can't take with only a tiny list of what I can take. My head is finally draining (I'll leave out the gory details) but my throat is pretty much done. Yet I can't actually have a fever so I can legitimately call in sick to work. No, I have to be functional and go to work to talk to customers in my soft, raspy, octave lower voice.
Yuck...being sick and pregnant is absolutely craptastic, but hey maybe while your throat is sore you can take up moonlighting as a phone sex operator and make some cash.
Repeat after me: Oh God yes, I am so turned on right now. Nothing gets me off more than hearing about your weirdo foot fetish.
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Why yes. Yes I am. Let me share:
- Get project at 11am for a meeting tomorrow. 9am.
- At 3pm, find out I'm going the wrong way on project. Start over.
- Leave at 4:45 to walk Lucy. Put file in my remote desktop folder to work on later.
- Lucy starts throwing up (twice), so I make her rice.
- Open folder to work on powerpoint find out it's the WRONG GODDAMN FILE
- Burn Lucy's rice.
Thank GOD there's wine, and lot's of it, in the house.
Wedding stuff.
No wonder the customers at my window were all pleased. And the few that got my sneeze or coughs (all with a turn, duck, into my shoulder) were so forgiving.