Netflix. It rocks. As some of you know I was deeply distressed when Direct TV decided to charge me a hefty premium for the privilege of watching my once beloved BRAVO channel. Seriously, they jacked up the rates for the channel to higher than HBO! I love Netflix’s streaming option. I’m on season three of Weeds (a very silly show that grows on you as you watch) and just wrapped up Season 1 of Dexter (which was so gory I kept saying I WILL NOT WATCH ANOTHER EPISODE as I finished each episode). The ending was very satisfying though and I love the layers of the show though I find Dexter’s sister deeply annoying. Tangent aside, I prefer Netflix to Blockbuster on-line. I like how it suggests movies I’ll like and did I mention I love the wireless streaming? Completely awesome and I don’t even miss the Real Housewives and Millionaire Matchmaker and all the other
awesomely fun pointless shows at all.
My finger. While Dexter certainly helps me appreciate all the limbs and digits I have, I list my finger because I think we’ve determined the source of the sleepless nights: teething. Most certainly, teething. We’ve tried tablets that melt in your mouth, except he swallows them. The frozen teethers, except they’re too cold. And then finally, entirely by chance my finger, as he grabbed it while I held him and popped it in his mouth. And he chewed and he chewed and he chewed. And he was happy and soothed. So my finger it is. Whatever will take his pain away I’m game. So happy to have found something that helps.
Beautiful portraits to adorn your home and help flood victims. A friend of ours is a top notch photographer who is selling his prints with all net profits going to UNICEF to assist the flood victims of Pakistan. Because everything we do for them helps, even though unfortunately it will never be enough.