Ah, BM, BM, BM.....I am so sorry that once again, mean reality steps in to tell you that your newest rage against me is unfounded.

When I called the doctor's office, they told me that they had told you when you were in that 1) I never requested that the boys' medical records be transferred to a different doctor and that 2) the only people who could authorize the boys switching doctors would be their biological parents. (Duh.)

But that's no fun! Reality is just. no. fun. When you want to get mad and blame someone else (me) for everything that has ever happened to you and everything that will happen to you, reality just doesn't allow you the wiggle room you need.

Have a great time tormenting DH over your idea that I was trying to have the boys switch doctors- not even to the pediatrician that my kids go to- but to some new doctor, just for the hell of it- for the rest of the afternoon. Feel the rage. Aw hell, why don't you call your lawyer and make up some more ridiculous ideas to have drafted into a document? I'm sure she could use the money- she hasn't heard from her best client in about two weeks. This latest fantasy could finance her newest pair of Manolo Blahniks.