For anyone following my saga about my dealings with Jill, an update.
Just a tiny update.
I'm pretty mad right now and just need to get this off my chest.
I need to meet with an estate planner. My issue is basically how do I ensure that the BM profits in no way in the event of my death thru my stepdaughter.
So glad these two entitled brats got exactly what they deserved. Just goes to show the entitlement never ends :
So, this new job.
The boss left this morning about an hour ago and will not be back to work until next Wednesday.
DH's man cold.
SS11's birthday (not bad) but his conference was the same day. THAT was bad.
SS11's party was the next day. A school night because we couldn't do it any other night.
I love furbabies. Baby kitties tottering around, baby fur sticking straight out, pouncing and playing... Puppies with round tummies and floppy ears, running and tripping over clumps of grass...
So my psychic senses are telling me BM may be pregnant with the boyfriend. Here is why:
OK, lurkers, even you should take 30 seconds to respond.
How many of the bms in your life allowed CS to be the main ingredient in their budget?
How many didn't or don't work at all?