So since my kids are at their dad's place, I'm picking up the slack and feeding the guinea pig (K's job) and delivering newspapers (R's job). So I was on my (his) paper route yesterday when I saw the she-ex drive by. She had to have seen me but completely ignored me. A polite wave would have been nice, but whatever. I guess it's not cool to know the 33 year old paper girl. I took a few minutes to think bad thoughts about her and then moved on. She was on her way to camp to pick up Emily and was to drop her off at our house. An hour and a half later and she still hadn't arrived at our door. Just as I had said to Hubby that he should call and find out what's going on, the phone rang. I picked it up and the she-ex asked to speak to Hubby. It turns out that on the road to the camp she hit a bus head on. Everyone was okay. No injuries. How do you hit a bus head on???? I just want to know. Don't you see it coming and at least try to get out of its way? She asked Hubby about her insurance - like he'd know. I wondered if she even had any or if she somehow thought that he was paying it for her - which he is NOT. She was able to drive back to our place and drop off Em but somehow can not drive the car this morning to take Emily back to camp. I got up early and took her this morning. The she-ex warned Hubby about picking Emily up after camp today because the she-ex's best friend who also has kids going to the same camp is going to tell everyone there terrible things about him. What's up with that? If we're doing her a favour, I'd think she could muzzle her friend for a day. Not that we really care what anyone else thinks. The only person the gossip will hurt is Emily. Another thought to ponder...Why has the she-ex and her best friend both taken to wearing their hair in pigtails? It's cute at 4 years old - but 44? Not so much.
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NO FAIR!
Your she-ex got MY she-ex's bus, and damnit: MY she-ex was supposed to DIE in the head-on crash. No Fair.
As for the ponytails, perhaps a selling feature for her 44-year-old self are the safety grips. Muhahahah.
Just remember: When we're 44, she'll be 55.
You crack me up! And yes, of course I know how old she will be at each stage of our lives. Why do you think I keep bringing it up? BTW..that was not your bus. Yours will be going much faster.
Ok, I'm sure I sound like a wicked, cynical person, but this is HILARIOUS. Hitting a deer, sure, they move fast and come out right in front of you, but a BUS? Aren't those large and yellow? Yea, that's what I thought.
As for ponytails, I had to admit this publicly, but my hubby LOVES when I wear them. Of course, I'm not 44, I'm 28, but still, they were trendy about three years ago and I've aged a lot in three years. Like being pregnant, for example, and gaining 35 pounds. I gotta get my hair cut so it's not even an option.
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