Maybe I should practice voodoo...

... to keep the peace a-flowing.

My ex- husband was nice to me last night. Which is scary. And hasn't happened since 1996. Actually that's when I got divorced so he probably wasn't even nice then. Oh hell, let's be honest here, that fucking bastard sperm donor was never nice. Fucker.

Okay, now that I have that off my chest, I want to say he was nice to me on the phone. Mac was being a little jerk the other night and because he's smart and witty when he gets mad, he goes for the jugular. And that's what he did to me the other night.

And Mac when home and told his dad what he said and apparently, Sperm Donor lit into Mac and told him he was way out of line.

And SD called me to tell me he told Mac he was out of line. And he also told me how much he admired me for working three jobs. He also said we should have the same line of defense in working with Mac's attitude.

I'm looking over my shoulder, waiting for the hit man to finish the job. Or the axe to fall. Or for lightening to strike. Or to see if he drops dead. Of if the end of the world is going to happen NOW rather than 2012.

He defended me and complimented me all at the same time. I'm scared and worried.

I think I'm going to practice voodoo to protect me from what could be coming next. A voodoo doll can't hurt, right?

When the planets are aligned, weird things happen,
Maggie