Today's Forecast:

Cranky, with a bit of temper tantrum and a good chance of crying.

And no, I don't know why. What I do know is that the ex of all people has absolutely no right to stand out in the parking lot of a police station while my daughter sits in his vehicle and talk shit about me to a complete stranger.

Ass hat.

Right now, the only thing that is keeping me from beating him to a bloody pulp with a baseball bat is the fact that I got his tax return. And that makes me happy. HaHA!

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