Happy Easter, aka: ExMistress Meltdown/Bus Tracks - 04/13/09 01:40 PM
Whoa Nelly!
VD called the Wookie yesterday while he was at work, so "she could talk to the kids." He told her it is Sunday, and that she knows he works on Sundays and he hung up on her.
He came home, we had a ton of fun with my sil's kids and the neighbor kids running around and cracking cascarones - it looks like a fiesta aftermath in my backyard...TGosh it's all biodegradable! I made A HUGE, GINORMOUS meal. Ham, potato salad, fruit salad (yummy, yummy - can't say fruit salad anymore without adding the Wiggles "yummy, yummy!" at the end), baked beans, broiled green beans with bacon and onions (try broiling your frozen green beans some time...it's so good!), homemade whole wheat rolls, mini-trees (broccoli), and a birthday/Easter cake and cupcakes because we were also celebrating my neice's birthday.
Anyway, the point is that we were living our lives and having a nice day. When the Wookie got home he changed out of his uni and forgot his phone on my dresser. No one was upstairs because we were playing pool and playing outside. When we wrap it up and roll our gorged selves upstairs, his phone was beeping. There was a voicemail from the ()&*^*&$&$(&)&_()#*$)(^*% cussing him out. She was VERY drunk...like, very, very drunk. She called him a b@stard, a very derogatory word for man on man, said she hated him, and a whole bunch of things that would've made me laugh if'n it weren't so pathetic.
Gee, exmistress meltdown much?
What I want to know, is if she were calling to talk to the kids why in the world would she think that we'd allow it if it was SO apparent that she'd been drinking and was sloppy drunk? Who would allow any child to listen to that?
What.
A.
Loser.
VD called the Wookie yesterday while he was at work, so "she could talk to the kids." He told her it is Sunday, and that she knows he works on Sundays and he hung up on her.
He came home, we had a ton of fun with my sil's kids and the neighbor kids running around and cracking cascarones - it looks like a fiesta aftermath in my backyard...TGosh it's all biodegradable! I made A HUGE, GINORMOUS meal. Ham, potato salad, fruit salad (yummy, yummy - can't say fruit salad anymore without adding the Wiggles "yummy, yummy!" at the end), baked beans, broiled green beans with bacon and onions (try broiling your frozen green beans some time...it's so good!), homemade whole wheat rolls, mini-trees (broccoli), and a birthday/Easter cake and cupcakes because we were also celebrating my neice's birthday.
Anyway, the point is that we were living our lives and having a nice day. When the Wookie got home he changed out of his uni and forgot his phone on my dresser. No one was upstairs because we were playing pool and playing outside. When we wrap it up and roll our gorged selves upstairs, his phone was beeping. There was a voicemail from the ()&*^*&$&$(&)&_()#*$)(^*% cussing him out. She was VERY drunk...like, very, very drunk. She called him a b@stard, a very derogatory word for man on man, said she hated him, and a whole bunch of things that would've made me laugh if'n it weren't so pathetic.
Gee, exmistress meltdown much?
What I want to know, is if she were calling to talk to the kids why in the world would she think that we'd allow it if it was SO apparent that she'd been drinking and was sloppy drunk? Who would allow any child to listen to that?
What.
A.
Loser.