My ex-husband called to give me yet another lame excuse as to why he hasn't paid child support this month. Or um, EVER.
In retaliation, I put Jill on the phone.
For two hours straight she has been teaching him Hannah Montana songs. And fussing at him for not having a good singing voice.
I might let her stay up late tonight, you know, if she needs some extra time to get in a Jonas Brothers song or two.
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Loltastic!
Does she know the song that doesn't end? She really should learn it if she doesn't.
That is the best torture ever... My seesters are obsessed with hannah montana, and one of them is TWENTY!!.... sigh....
Lee
I was in the car the other day, happily singing along to the radio...then I find out...it is MILEY CYRUS. NO! First she took over my TV, now my radio!
But damn, that song is catchy.
Whenever I feel pain, blue, sad, mad, I read your blog!
Girl you kill me.
David
Oooooh non-paying ex-spouses leave me steaming mad.
I am sorry to be nosey, but do you plan to garnish his wages?
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