Turns out the people who are in charge of her short-term disability think she should have gone back to work two weeks earlier than she actually did.
Huh. What a coincidence. I thought so too!
Last night at about 12:30 she decided to leave the house and go to a titty bar or something. This is all well and good, only her kids were at the house. They were sleeping, thankfully, the little monsters. The problem isn't last night - the problem is this morning. Obviously she doesn't want to wake up when her kids wake up, so her kids are wandering around while Tandra and I are trying to get ready and stuff. Her daughter just walked right into the bathroom while I was drying off from the shower, butt-ass naked. I glared at her and said "get out!!" Tandra was in there with me and said "maybe she has to go to the bathroom." I said "Maybe she needs to learn to knock on the fscking bathroom door when it's closed." Christ.
And no, I won't tell you how to pronounce 'fscking'.
