So I was HOPING that the Behemoth, after standing up GG twice would simply wimper away, tail between her legs. SINCE she has no intention of having GG establish a REAL parental role with HER children anyway, I had hoped against hopes that she would just STFU and go away.

WRONG! So the counselor calls GG back and puts him on speakerphone along with VD so they can all "conference" about the date of 6/21 for a REscheduled counselor/reunion meeing.

P.S. I HATE this date b/c it is clearly AFTER Father's Day, which gives the the Behemoth the opportunity to devise a stupid "heartstrings" card just before GG is supposed to "lower the boom" on the counselor/VD.

Of course, VD feigns interest in "daddy's house" and asks "how's the house coming along?" This no doubt tugs at GG's heartstrings. . ."Oh, honeeeeeyyy, we got the kitchen done. . .and this weekend is wood splitting"

VD: "Can I heeellllllppppp?" (insert me violently HURLING)

Now INSTEAD of saying "well I'll need to talk to Auteur first," we're obviously back to square one. . ..

GG: "Maybe next month, honeeeeeeyyyy"

(Editor's note: VD still thinks we have the RIDING mower and her last recollection of "helping" was when she drove around on the lawn tractor like a curly blonde headed princess, while daddykins walked beside the tractor, doing all the heavy lifting and dragging large logs out of the woods. This was the SAME day she showed uber disrespect for me and GG took HER side.

Surprise surprise! We have NO more riding tractor and work is pure anethema to these skids as witnessed by their piss poor grades; if she EVER found out that we split, load and stack wood for HOURS on end, she'd shit herself!)

So if she DOES come back and GG's no doubt watered down speech on traditional parenting like the one he gave Brainiac's faciliator doesn't frighten her away, then the thought of HARD WORK and not eating out will. I believe of course as most thinking people would that NOTHING has changed. In fact all three are just larger (if you can imagine that), older versions of the same spoiled, coddled, adult spousal status brats that they were.

Break out the POPCORN!!