Bashed…

Text exchange with The Boy this week.  He had just returned to his apartment after a couple days visiting his dad.  Although the kids both try pretty hard, they are still having difficulties with their dad’s live-in girlfriend, R.  It’s usually stressful when they visit…

The Boy:  Just letting you know I had to buy a new charger for my computer.

daisyfae:  OK.  Gotta have electrons…

The Boy:  The wire on the old one had been cut for awhile, but yesterday was the last day for the electrical tape fix.

daisyfae:  Was probably a fire hazard.  Glad you were at your dad’s and not here.

The Boy:  Like I said, it’s been that way for a while.  Likely the charger of death has been at your place, too.

daisyfae:  How was the trip?

The Boy:  Good.  R was gone for the week.  Apparently her son’s wife can’t catch.  Got her face smashed by a baseball and needed help with the kid.  Really wish I could have spent more time with Dad, but I gots to gets me some skoolin.

daisyfae:  Fantastic!  i mean the time alone with your dad…

The Boy:  What do you mean?  They are both fantastic!  I had good time with Dad, uninterrupted by psycho-bitch.  And her daughter-in-law learned that women shouldn’t play sports.