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Vanilla latte and chocolate cream cheese stuffed muffin. Mmm...drool.

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Daughter: "Mummy, is Dad still coming over later?"
Me: "Yes, Love"
Daughter: " Cause I've got to talk to him about something really important."
Me: " Ok, if it's that important, why don't you give him a call and make sure you have some time with him when he gets here?"
Daughter: "Good idea!" *grabs phone and chats away in the next room*

20 minutes later, my ex knocks on the front door. I stumble over various toys getting to the door.
Daughter: " Mummy, you knocked over my project!"
Me: Oh dear . . . I'm sorry, Love. Which project? *Looking at the carpet and assorted toys lying around*
Daughter: " My daddy has to replace the batteries project! You're NOT good with that kinda thing - we know that . . . *patting my back sympathetically*
My ex: *Laughing* She called me and asked if I could bring along a " bunch" of batteries. . .
Me: *Looking around the room again, and now realising it's a whole bunch of electronic toys that she had lined up until i tripped over it*
My ex:"Let me get on with it. *Winking at me* Do you have any toys that needs battery replacement too? Or are you still good?"
Me: " :D "
 
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Good for me.

Called them up, fixed the problem, no worries.

Unless my bank decides them fucking up was my fault and charges me for it. :rolleyes:
 
Nirvanadragones said:
Daughter: "Mummy, is Dad still coming over later?"
Me: "Yes, Love"
Daughter: " Cause I've got to talk to him about something really important."
Me: " Ok, if it's that important, why don't you give him a call and make sure you have some time with him when he gets here?"
Daughter: "Good idea!" *grabs phone and chats away in the next room*

20 minutes later, my ex knocks on the front door. I stumble over various toys getting to the door.
Daughter: " Mummy, you knocked over my project!"
Me: Oh dear . . . I'm sorry, Love. Which project? *Looking at the carpet and assorted toys lying around*
Daughter: " My daddy has to replace the batteries project! You're NOT good with that kinda thing - we know that . . . *patting my back sympathetically*
My ex: *Laughing* She called me and asked if I could bring along a " bunch" of batteries. . .
Me: *Looking around the room again, and now realising it's a whole bunch of electronic toys that she had lined up until i tripped over it*
My ex:"Let me get on with it. *Winking at me* Do you have any toys that needs battery replacement too? Or are you still good?"
Me: " :D "
I always suspected he was a good man. :D
 
Yanno... It's one thing to find a little bit of something squick-ish, but to find two dried spots of cat puke and one really fresh wet one in the 5' by 2' area that was in the middle of what i shoveled out to be able to put my weekend sleeping pallet down was a little much. Granted, nobody really goes in there (because it has to be shovelled out before you can), but that's bordering on ridiculous.

Just glad i had some wipes on hand.
 
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