So the wedding on Sat. night was a ton of fun. I had told S that baby and I would only stay for about an hour; we ended up being there from 6-9pm! The dance floor was HUGE, and since 1/2 of the wedding couple was Mexican, of course there were a million little kids running around like lunatics, and my kid was one of them!!! We were having too much fun, and enjoyed good barbecue besides. Later, my friend from work (the one that went to wrestling with us with her grandson) showed up and she and I hit the dance floor with all the little kids. The baby was wearing her pink princess outfit and we just had a hoot, making up silly dance moves and laughing and singing.
Sunday S took her to work with him after we ate at La Mad. I got a lot of stuff down around the house and got the DVD recorder ready to tape the Oscars... which I still haven't watched yet although I know who won, of course. No big surprises.
I picked up M. and we headed up north to meet S and the baby before dropping her off. I felt it necessary to speak to her about how bad she'd been all weekend, and explained that she needed to try her best to be good and to do what I, S, and my mom tell her to do. She agreed, and we had a good short rest of our time together. Then the crazy/funny thing happened when we got to the Starbucks to drop her off. We pulled up and instead of seeing Dickhead there (M. and I are always prepared for Dickhead and both of us are always armed), there was this short, young Asian woman standing by the ho's car. None of us had ever seen her before, including S. S was driving, M., in front, and me in the back with baby. We stopped behind the ho's car as always, and I was getting the baby's seatbelt unbuckled and getting ready to kiss her goodbye when the Asian chick stepped closer. I didn't like how close she was to the car, but at least she wasn't Dickhead, so no big deal, I guess. Then, all of a sudden, she reached for the car handle to open the door so she could get the baby. I EXPLODED. I snapped furiously something like, "I'LL OPEN IT!!!" at her through the window (I'm not 100% sure of what I said b/c all I could see was red). She stepped back, raised her hands and, eyes wide said, "Ok, ok!" Oh, I was PI$$ED. I got out of the car and went around to get the baby out. I may have said to her something like this was my car and she didn't need to be touching it, but I'm not sure. I reached in to the baby and asked her if she knew this woman, and the baby said, "That's Mindy." I got the baby out and handed her over, and we left.
In the car, I was trying to cool down but my hands were shaking I was so angry. M. said, "Ok, you don't want to look like the crazy one here." But I said, "You do NOT touch my fucking car! [Here I am, cussing during Lent again.] Don't even get NEAR it! What kind of fucking idiot was she?!?! Don't touch my car, my bicycle, my scooter, OR my skateboard!!!" S said that maybe she wasn't aware of the volatile situation she was getting herself into, but I'm sorry, I don't buy that. The ho is going around filing false police reports on us, perjuring herself in court, and flinging false accusations left and right at us and I'm supposed to believe she hasn't tried to convince everyone she knows of her vicious lies and paint the worse possible picture of us? I was not born yesterday!!! Either S or M., I'm not sure, said I scared the crap out of her, and that she probably wondered if I was going to shoot her. Like I said, in this volatile situation that the ho and Dickhead have created, I am always prepared to do what I have to do to protect our safety. The ho and Dickhead are the ones that brought the beef to the party; they have no right to be surprised when I break out the buns and the condiments!!!!!!!!!!!!
Anyway, then we went to eat Chinese/Sushi buffet and saw Reno 911: The Movie. It was great! We laughed our butts off and S and I shared a margarita. I don't even want to think of what my blood pressure must have been last night due to all the crap.
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