There is a Bitch in my life, which for the safety of my sanity we will refer to as "Glenda," who is one GINORMOUS, Sadistic, and heartless BEE-YATCH! Seriously, if Karma is real, she is destined to be hit by a bus or eaten by a shark. Wow! I didn’t know exactly how I felt about her until I put it in text. Glenda is one of those mothers who is in the process of rearing future judges or congressmen who will forever be scared by how eerily close their Moms are interwoven in their lives. Glenda is forever making comments about how my kids are sicker than hers and how my kids may pass icky day care germs to her pristine kids, you get the picture.
Now, I know you are thinking that I can type a mean game and must be ONE gigantic CHICKEN in my real life not to take her down with one swift rant by AWM. Yeah, I know, and there is a good reason. And the reason I haven’t told Glenda, "Yeah, you’re right my kids haven’t lived in the psychotic bubble in your house, and while my kids were venturing out into the world, they not only learned how to read, speak, and socialize around other kids rather than running around like fucking Baboons," is because I am tied to this person and can’t say that your kids are socially incompetent. I mean, I am TIED to this person. I know that you all have Glendas in your lives. Oh, and it’s not my mother-in-law. She is pretty clued in to how I feel, wink. So for you ladies who can’t tell the Glenda in your life to fuck off, feel free to post your story and I’ll blog about it. So, I know that’s not exactly in her face, but it is out there for cyber Amer ica to enjoy! I’ll continue to comment on Glenda as her self-righteous ridiculousness creeps into my life. Funnily enough, Glenda is scared of the Wizard of Oz. Seriously!
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