I’ll just bitch some more, okay? It’s PMS season. Cut me some slack.

Sweety got a message on his cell phone the other day from coaew before he picked the boys up from school – “I just wanted to let you know that LB grabbed a wire that had been in the fire and burned his fingertips. He didn’t actually burn them IN the fire.” Oh. Okay. Thanks for the clarification. I’m pretty sure that they boys lose all common sense when they go to their mother’s. I’m just glad to see them come back from there alive and not missing any digits or eyeballs. Sweety had a talk with LB about staying away from fire no matter where he is. You know what we do when we have fires? We tell the kids to stay far enough away from it so that they don’t get burned. Novel concept, no?

Let me tell you something else that is pinging around in my mean little mind.

(Sheesh. I can’t believe I’m going to tell you this. It really highlights my cunty goodness.)

LB has baseball practice this Saturday from 7 p.m. to 9 p.m. This is coaew’s weekend. Sweety is helping coach the team. So help me Pete, if Sweety tells her that he’ll get LB and take him to practice and then take him back to her, I will croak. Why? Because dammit, if my Saturday night is going to be shot to shit due to baseball practice and it’s not our weekend, then I want her to sit her ass on those bleachers for two hours experience the joy as well.

I can’t help it. Admitting that you’re a bitch makes it not so bad, right? Or not. Who cares. It’s not in my nature at all to be a nice person to coaew. It’s really all I can do to keep my yap shut in real life when she does something that makes me spasm.

Guess who is going to be nearby Saturday night? Gallagher. When I heard today on the radio – I came thisclose to buying tickets. I got busy doing other shit stuff, like getting all of the supplies together for a project that LB has, (It’s due on Monday and they go to their mom’s tonight til Monday morning. I mean, we can’t break an 8 year habit and do a project over there instead of here, can we?) and thought I’d get them tonight. (I knew I was going to be home alone tonight. Sweety & company are at baseball practice.) In the meantime, I found out about Saturday’s baseball practice. He’s going to have a show on Friday night too. I could possibly zoom to it after I got off of work but Sweety wasn’t enthused when I mentioned it to him.

Hey! Do you know who Gallagher is? Watermelon guy?

*eyeroll* He is so eighties.

Sweety is complaining that someone is “eighties”? I swear, he has t-shirts from 1988 in his closet.

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