She's broke, except for when she isn't.
Saturday afternoon, The Ex started texting Daughter asking what she thought was a good name for a male dog. Daughter said she didn't know, and asked why The Ex was asking. The Ex replied that she would just have to wait until Friday to see. (The Ex loves playing this game. It's not her weekend, so she does something to pique the kids' interest and try to make them want to come to her house right away.) The Ex then sent a picture of a poodle puppy and asked Daughter if she liked the name "Blaze" for a dog. Daughter said no.
Sunday night, Daughter called The Ex to ask if she had, in fact, gotten another dog. (I say "another dog" because Ned has a dog that's like, fifteen years and is blind; The Ex also has a dog that's five years old. Additionally, The Ex's parents are still staying there while they "pay down their light bill" and they also have a dog that came from the same litter as The Ex's dog.) The Ex said yes and apparently they are calling it Blaze. (Apparently, having nine human beings and three dogs living in Ned's hut wasn't enough chaos for them.) Daughter said she didn't like the name Blaze and overheard Ned in the background ask, "Well, did you pay for it?" (Um, no. Because normal parents don't make their kids pay for family pets. Normal parents also involve all of their children in something like this; they don't buy a dog and name it without half of their kids present.)
Daughter is irritated because she said that The Ex and Ned had agreed that when Ned's dog passed, they would get a German shepherd. Instead, they got a poodle. Daughter showed me a picture of it and keeps repeating that it is "the ugliest dog, ever." Daughter showed Son a picture of it and his response was, "......please tell me you're joking."
Apparently, The Ex and/or Ned paid $300 for this puppy. In the mean time, we haven't gotten any money for The Ex's half of the kids' medical bills since last November. Care to guess how much she owes us? Hint: it's pretty damn close to what the dog cost.
Sunday night, Daughter called The Ex to ask if she had, in fact, gotten another dog. (I say "another dog" because Ned has a dog that's like, fifteen years and is blind; The Ex also has a dog that's five years old. Additionally, The Ex's parents are still staying there while they "pay down their light bill" and they also have a dog that came from the same litter as The Ex's dog.) The Ex said yes and apparently they are calling it Blaze. (Apparently, having nine human beings and three dogs living in Ned's hut wasn't enough chaos for them.) Daughter said she didn't like the name Blaze and overheard Ned in the background ask, "Well, did you pay for it?" (Um, no. Because normal parents don't make their kids pay for family pets. Normal parents also involve all of their children in something like this; they don't buy a dog and name it without half of their kids present.)
Daughter is irritated because she said that The Ex and Ned had agreed that when Ned's dog passed, they would get a German shepherd. Instead, they got a poodle. Daughter showed me a picture of it and keeps repeating that it is "the ugliest dog, ever." Daughter showed Son a picture of it and his response was, "......please tell me you're joking."
Apparently, The Ex and/or Ned paid $300 for this puppy. In the mean time, we haven't gotten any money for The Ex's half of the kids' medical bills since last November. Care to guess how much she owes us? Hint: it's pretty damn close to what the dog cost.
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