Sorry this post is late and probably nobody is going to read it but whatevs. I swear these kids are going to be the death of this mommy blog (ironic, yes?). I need to put a better lock on their cage.
So, this morning, when I dropped Girlfriend off at the school (and this has happened twice now and so that makes it a non-isolated incident) and I held the gate open for an EPC and she was totally just going to waltz right through it, without acknowledging me or anything, but I sort of positioned myself so that she had to look at me, and I forced her to make eye contact with me, I don’t know why, and then she said “thank you.” BUT it was begrudgingly, Queefs. Very begrudgingly, like she was scared that if she didn’t say “thank you” I might touch her or breathe on her or maybe even hurt her with my crude words.
You never know.
You can’t be too careful.
And she said “thank you” in this voice like…I don’t even know what.
It’s hard to describe.
Maybe think of how Mrs. Howell
would look if you just goosed her, and then pinch your nose and say “thank you” in your best Valley Girl voice.
It’s exactly like that, only coming from someone who wears velvet-y track pants with “JUICY” written on the ass.
The fuck’s wrong with these people, Queefs?
I guess what we can take away from all of this is that the EPCs are scared of me.
I have them exactly where I want them.
Now I just need a plan.
Only I don’t know what I’m planning or why.
But those are just details.