I don't know if packing her crap put her butt in motion; but the W has been texting me today. One to ask the phone number of people on our street for lease references and another to tell me that she wants to come to the house tonight to discuss what furniture she can have.
She has signed a lease, supposedly with her dysfunctional BFF. I intend on demanding to see the place before the kids stay for any overnights.
