As we are getting ready to go to our respective jobs, Dh recieves a text from ToxicTroll BM. "Can you pick up Munchkin SD12 this morning? I am almost out of gas and might run out on the way there to drop her off."

We cackled like hens at that one. Talk about early morning funnies:

- ToxicTroll Bm hasnt been working for oh, about 2 months plus now.

- ToxicTroll KEEPS asking DH to pick kiddo up from her home on her days, and he ALWAYS has to reply NO. Like with a kid. She lives perhaps a quarter of a mile away at the most, and right next to a high school. So for him to pick up kiddo is harder because he has to fight the drop off traffic to go the other way, when its just so easy for BM to simply turn into her apartment complex.

HIs reply: "Why dont you get gas on the way here? Traffic is bad for me that way."

Her response: "OK"

His comment (priceless): "Shes going to have to take me to court to get me to do ANYTHING !"

Hes learning....

Happy Thursday Steptalkers.

******* Edited to include more humor!

And poor Munchkin was made to feel bad because mommy had to take all kinds of medicine just to get herself out the door to drive kiddo the quarter mile (ok maybe half) to gas station and then to our house. She doesnt like being there...

To which my response is "poor Munchkin got booted from her room like twice now, is in a toxic environment and will have to learn to deal with difficult situations at a young age..." oh boy..