So according to SD19 Facebook, GBM passed yesterday afternoon. I talked to Aunt J and apparently MIL found out that SD was in Pittsburgh.. which is where GBM was, which I did not know. I guess they airlifted her from here a couple of weeks ago and took her there for a possible heart/lung transplant, but she was not a candidate. Now, I'm not a Dr. and I don't play one on TV, but I could tell you the woman would not be a candidate... she's been an uncontrolled diabetic for years, has smoked 2 packs a day since Jesus was a baby and was obese... but whatever.

Supposedly, GBM had a heart attack last week and has been on life support ever since. DH got a text from SD last Tuesday or Wednesday that they were taking her off life support in 48 hours. DH was like so? Of course SD19 was putting feelers out for sympathy and money to get her back here. DH didn't fall for it. The same crap just happened with her Grandpa BM in October. You can only cry wolf so many times before nobody cares. DH said GBM being on her way out is almost the best news he's heard, he said the only thing better would be if BM1 was on life support with her.

So remember a year or so ago I was pissed because MIL paid at least one month if not more for BM1 storage unit because she felt bad for her and didn't want her to lose everything?

Guess who's unit is on Craigslist right now, up for auction on the 8th for non payment? Yep BM1. Bet MIL will be glad to know she wasted her money on that stupid skank. She'll never learn.

Yes, I stopped at Dunkin this morning and thought I'd treat myself to a chocolate chip muffin. After I paid at the drive-thru, gal says, "oops, I didn't realize we are out of chocolate chip muffins, do you want pumpkin"? NO gross. "Do you want blueberry"? NO gross. I ended up with honey bran which would have been fine except when I got to work I realized it had raisins in it. Blech! As I pulled away from the window I started crying. Over a fucking muffin. This is what these fucking skids and BMs have done to me.