Tonight was BigBrother's(12) Open House at school.Instead I'll just say: I'm glad that even at my fattest - I don't have cellulite on my face.
His cuntofamother gave BB a dirty look and hissed, "She's only two!" when BB seemed to be embarrassed that his sister was pitching a huge fit and his mom wasn't doing a damn thing about it.
I almost asked her who did the tattoo of her fiance's name on her wrist. Because I might want to show Sweety how much I love him someday too.
I finally told Sweety tonight that when I see her at the school that I don't even acknowledge that she's there. I'm perfectly fine with standing 3 feet away from her and not saying a word. It's actually less stressful for me than making inane conversation. He said that explains why she's been so hateful to him on the phone lately. Sorry, Sweety.