Yes, fair enough 25. I'm in "the zone" of good! lol

And of course, it ain't over 'til it's over. My big beef is, W lying flat in the face of fact. And then justifying it as it's none of my business, anyhow... ok... Until D, I will probably have more contact with W over many things, so I need to continue to put my positive face on and my best foot forward.

Thing is, (this is a small town and) there's many rumours regarding OM 35 and W. Of course, they are going out in public a lot, even though it is with other friends. So... duh... The public is judging and it will come back to haunt the kids.

*sigh*

So W uses D13 as messenger again. D13 texts and asks me to bring D8's overnight bag and bike helmet back to the house.

So... and of course, it's "move week", so I've got my "rugged" on... Three days facial growth, but in my comfortable but stylin' clothes on... clean... I toss on pit stick and cologne and off I go... Thinking happy thoughts. I'm looking good, feeling good, smelling good... all good...

Get to house, take stuff inside, W is in kitchen ignoring me. I call for D8 but not answering. Ask FS16 where D8 is and he goes to kitchen to get D8. W then comes out, comes to D8's stuff and does not look at me or acknowledge I'm there. I say "here's her stuff". And W walks away. Then... W's mood changes because D8 is grumpy, doesn't want bath but doesn't want the consequences.

W then lightens up to me and starts conversation. Asks how things are, blah, blah... She asks questions, I'm pleasant, smiling, etc. Give only what is necessary and keep moving towards door indicating need to go. This was way more than the two minutes I thought I'd be there.

Finally I get a chance to go and we say pleasant "see you"'s and off I go...

Yup... look what you're missing out on, chickie...

W's "new" (bought a great shape '07, sporty car from W's mom) car has a dent in passenger door. Guess she had a bit of a fender bender. I said nothing about it, nor did she.

She was so happy to have a "new" car. That's really gotta suck. Sorry, that's the evil me smiling. I really do feel sorry for W for the dent. And it's pretty major, too.