Marti | September 14, 2006
You damned drunken bitch. You have got some nerve. I can’t divulge specifics, because this may well go to court, and I’m not having my blog pulled in as evidence – LOL I got a phone call at 11 PM. “Mom, I’ve been in a car accident.” When my heart started beating again, I asked [...]
Marti | September 7, 2006
Dear Daughter slugged him. I got the dreaded phone call – please come to the office. Groan. They sat in there, the miscreant ne’er do well, and Dear Defiant Daughter. Nothing but a metal office chair and a fog of fury separated them. I sighed. I was expecting this (unfortunately). He’s been tormenting her for [...]
Marti | August 5, 2006
Well, it’s almost that time again. Back to cruel…err, school. Do you look back fondly on high school? Any of you who do, please line up over here. Yes right there on that square. YOINK! {{ Followed by shocked look and hair flying over heads, as trapdoor flops open dropping them into pit below }} [...]
