We took Serbian Boyo to the Rockets game last night, fourth row center seats on the floor, he couldn't have been happier. (They were from work.) In the third quarter Crisp gets a funny look on her face, and she spent the next eighteen hours in the bathroom. Crisp's new job at the school is really taking a toll on her health - I swear she just got off antibiotics last week. Kids - grubby little germworms. This time next year she'll have the immune system of an Olympian but today she's just sick of being sick.
Even though my OTC came back with only one line this morning, and my initial reading of the microscope was no ferning, I picked up the microscope again this afternoon and it was full of the ferns. (I guess I hadn't let it dry enough the first time I looked.) This afternoon I've got some lovely spinn action so I'm meeting the Serb at 6, and we'll try twice tomorrow, then he's gone for good.
The Serb owes us money. He borrowed it against his future earnings if (at that time it seemed like when) we got pregnant. A big piece of me wants to ask him to give us three samples for the price of two, but another piece of me thinks that I should just pay the poor guy. He's got a kid of his own and wants to get him prizes from America, mostly lots of Superman and Spiderman stuff. That extra cash means a lot to him and in the long run, not a lot to me. But another piece of me has an ulcer thinking about the fact that we're out almost $2k in swimmers alone and have nothing to show for it yet.
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