i never learned to count my blessings, i choose instead to dwell in my disasters

welcome you select few, you. after four years of blog-stalking by 'superdad' i've had enough. countless disgusting emails, phone calls, facebook requests, blog comments and the police department's inability to help despite a known ip address and a city and state...i'm done! so here we are with comments open. :D

in classic hmhottbbuif fashion we'll start with a post about bk (rory! his name is rory! i can tell ya'll deeper secrets now!) this is a text i got this morning.

bk: hello, i'm in fresno, wanted to see if switching days could be on the table, instead of tonight, next tues or wed or both

me: i had plans to go to a movie tonight

bk: can i make it up to you, its 3 hour drive and i don't have to com back til sat. please? i will give you an extra 100 on the 15th. that's like 7 movies.

me: !!!!

a few things: his girlfriend and her four year old daughter live in fresno. he's been down there for at least a day or two and knew goddamn well that he was supposed to watch the kids tonight. HE OFFERED TO PAY ME TO NOT HAVE TO TAKE THEM. WTF? how the hell would that feel to know your dad valued you so little?