who knew?
i'm a white girl. go figure.
maybe it makes me a bad person
but i can't even put into words how happy i am that the houseguest's ex-husband refused to let her see her kids today. as a mother i know how it must feel for her, it is her son's 8th birthday after all. as someone that is fed up with being an unpaid personal chauffeur, i'm tickled that i don't have to be stuck in a car with her for 1.5 hours each way. that's 3 hours i don't have to listen to her
singing screeching along with the radio.
oh!! the noise!!! i've tried every station on the dial to find something she won't sing along with. she even has a running nonsensical commentary with NPR. night before last i threw in my turkish cd knowing there was no way she'd know the words. dammit it all, if she didn't just make them up. riding in complete silence isn't an option. she talks to herself in that "i should be heavily medicated" kinda way or even worse she tries to make conversation with me. we just can't have that.