Imagine going to the grocery store to pick up a few random items...
Imagine running into your (estranged) husband while you are there...
Imagine that he is accompanied by his white trash girlfriend...
Imagine asking him to introduce his "friend."
Imagine him not having the presence of mind to think up a lie and telling the truth...
Imagine telling the little skank that she can have him, but that she really should ask him to divorce his wife first...
Just another day in my wonderful life!
You all should be proud of me. I didn't kill her. I didn't hit her. I did have the pleasure of calling her a slut to her face, though!
In the words of my youngest son, Michael (who was there): "Ewwwwwww! she's really ugly! Dad has terrible taste in women, except for you, Mom. What is wrong with him?!"
