Anna Anna bo banna banana fanna fo fanna me my mo manna. . . Anna. Let's play the name game. As you all know from previous blogs BM is now engaged. BM and DH have been divorced for well over 4 1/2 years. BM continues to use her married name for all legal purposes except on FB. Where she uses her maiden name. She has used maiden name for over two years now. Suddenly, lo and behold she's back to using dh's last name on her account. Shock, curiousity, and bafflement are a few of the words I can use to describe this upon seeing it. So my mind now wonders what is she playing at?

So I find out that the BM is sh*t talking behind my back to my wretched MIL. Yes, as you all know they are such good friends and oh so tight. Like BFF's for life, yo! :sick: Anywho, the source was ultra reliable and the information was voluntarily offered to me by someone who hates BM with the fire of a thousand suns. Apparently, know get this, I dress the way I do simply to annoy BM. She can't understand why whenever we attend any of ss's functions I feel it necessary to dress the way I do. I only "dress up" to get back at her.

I think I have a reindeer stuck up my butt this Christmas. I have some serious blahs. And the horrendous tragedy that happened Friday has not helped. I literally am hitting an "I don't give a f*ck!" about the holiday. I've done all the shopping. All the cleaning. All the wrapping. Been dealing with a walking incubus of viral plague, which is my 5 year old and this mutant cold he's got. Working massive overtime from the holiday rush at work. Helping my older son with all his schoolwork. And of course, dealing with DH, SS, BM and her demands.

So this really isn't some amazing forum topic but I just found it funny. Last night the BM called my house phone. My DH had to go run an errand so the kids and I stayed behind while I fixed dinner. The phone rang and I recognized the number and thought "hmmmm...this woman never calls my house." So I answer and there is silence on the other end. I begin a mental countdown in my head. . . One Mississippi, two Mississippi, three Mississippi, four Mississippi. I get the five Mississippi and she finally speaks.