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Looks like a 6 cd set. Hope that MP3 player is a monster.

On to my latest: Consecrated Feces.

Had a great day with the boy, spoke with W this morning. Told her I was totally flexible for tonight (Boy could stay with me, I could bring him by tonight, etc...). She suggested that she could pick him up at the house, but I down played that option by acting the nice guy role.

Truth is, the kid had some trouble last night wondering when mommy is coming home. There was just no way I was gonna let him see her pull into the driveway tonight, just to have her load him up and take him back to her mother's. The real shame is, I think she was probably trying to reach out, but who knows.

Anywho, I really did have a great day with him, and actually got him into a swimming pool (something I was beginning to fear would never happen). As I was taking him to his favorite restaurant, W called and said that she wanted him to stay with her tonight and again offered to pick him up. I played it real cool and ultra nice, told her we were about to have dinner and that I would bring him over afterward. Called her when we were on the way, got voicemail, left message. Got there, dropped him off, no hug, and she asked if I would be available later "to talk". Told her sure, anytime, played it real cool and upbeat. Left, drove through a commercial for Evan Almighty, barely noticed.

Good night call, she brought up a scheduling issue for the week, I was most obliging, aked her if that was what she needed to talk to me about. She said no, she just wanted to "touch base on all this other stuff". I told her to call anytime, I was always willing to talk. Haven't heard back yet.

I'll say it again: Perforated Poop.


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