My poor SIL called today. Apparently. the old egg-donor called to tell her to email me to call 'my mommy'. Now did you catch that? Albatross CALLED someone to EMAIL me to CALL her. Yup, that makes as much sense as she ever does. Sweet little Ruth tore into her and explained the reason I'm not calling her, beside the fact that she is not, nor ever was a 'mommy' to me, except maybe of the Mommy Dearest type.
Albatross hasn't called because she knows she lied about me. If she knew she hadn't done anything wrong she would've called long before now to play a guilt card, of which she has an ever lasting supply. If she does grow the spine to call, she will find out quickly it was wasted time. If granted one, I would accept an apology and promptly let her know that my patience and sanity have run out when dealing with her and that I don't want her calling again.
The other night I had a dream that she crashed Gryffin's birthday party and Mike and I had to keep Beqi from punching her and Mike's Dad from shooting her. When I told Beqi this she told me to just say the word and that dream could come true. Man, I love my friends!
I love them so much I spent all day fabric shopping with them today. We shopped, drank coffee, laughed, made old men in cars parked across from us decide to park elsewhere because we were rocking out and heard more from Beqi than we ever bargained on. (Don't worry Beqi, I won't go into details on that)