Oh my
Please don't shoot the messenger (if you haven't already heard this elsewhere).
Warner Brothers has pushed the release date for Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince from November, 2008 to July, 2009
I'm surprisingly disappointed. They're blaming the writer's strike, but I'm sure it's the reason they haven't released season two of Third Watch yet - they're assholes.
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In other news, my work computer ate itself today. I spent the day in Safe Mode trying to salvage all my documents and get a back up of the accounting program. I disabled some stuff and it's pretending to work right now. I don't trust it. I don't think I'm going to be able to do any work at all tomorrow.
I'm as crushed as you think I am.
~*~
Las Vegas is next week! I can hardly wait! I realized I was celebrating Freedom Day II: Electric Boogaloo four days early so serendipitously, my trip has turned into a celebration of my divorce being finalized. I confused it with my ex's second ex-wife's divorce being finalized from her third ex-husband so she could get married again to my ex.
I bet you're confused now too.
Yes, my ex got another divorce. He has a little boy with her and *snicker* she gave him custody then quit her job. I swear to god she's like the queen of divorce. The last three husbands, she kept the kids and collected support from two of them. Now one of those kids is married with a kid of her own and the other one is done with school in three years. Instead of starting over, she cried havoc and let slip the dogs of war.
She should write a book. Honestly.
~*~
Speaking of kids I should have stuck my ex-husband with when I had the chance:
I told you about my sister's wedding, but I forgot to mention the best part. I was (not really) joking about getting a job on a cruise ship once Jake turned eighteen and not telling anyone which one I was on when my mom piped up with "you couldn't work on a cruise ship - those people work HARD!"
Mike was standing there. When we got in the car to go home, my Michael reminded me why I haven't given in to the urge to strangle him yet.
"I was pissed when grandma said you couldn't get a job on a cruise ship because they work hard. Like you don't work your ass off every day. I can't believe you didn't say anything."
I tear up now just remembering that. I let him pick the music all the way home.
My precious demon spawn.
Speaking of, I need to get home before they eat the furniture. Later all.
Warner Brothers has pushed the release date for Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince from November, 2008 to July, 2009
I'm surprisingly disappointed. They're blaming the writer's strike, but I'm sure it's the reason they haven't released season two of Third Watch yet - they're assholes.
~*~
In other news, my work computer ate itself today. I spent the day in Safe Mode trying to salvage all my documents and get a back up of the accounting program. I disabled some stuff and it's pretending to work right now. I don't trust it. I don't think I'm going to be able to do any work at all tomorrow.
I'm as crushed as you think I am.
~*~
Las Vegas is next week! I can hardly wait! I realized I was celebrating Freedom Day II: Electric Boogaloo four days early so serendipitously, my trip has turned into a celebration of my divorce being finalized. I confused it with my ex's second ex-wife's divorce being finalized from her third ex-husband so she could get married again to my ex.
I bet you're confused now too.
Yes, my ex got another divorce. He has a little boy with her and *snicker* she gave him custody then quit her job. I swear to god she's like the queen of divorce. The last three husbands, she kept the kids and collected support from two of them. Now one of those kids is married with a kid of her own and the other one is done with school in three years. Instead of starting over, she cried havoc and let slip the dogs of war.
She should write a book. Honestly.
~*~
Speaking of kids I should have stuck my ex-husband with when I had the chance:
I told you about my sister's wedding, but I forgot to mention the best part. I was (not really) joking about getting a job on a cruise ship once Jake turned eighteen and not telling anyone which one I was on when my mom piped up with "you couldn't work on a cruise ship - those people work HARD!"
Mike was standing there. When we got in the car to go home, my Michael reminded me why I haven't given in to the urge to strangle him yet.
"I was pissed when grandma said you couldn't get a job on a cruise ship because they work hard. Like you don't work your ass off every day. I can't believe you didn't say anything."
I tear up now just remembering that. I let him pick the music all the way home.
My precious demon spawn.
Speaking of, I need to get home before they eat the furniture. Later all.