Well, this time last year, Ms. Perfect was about to give birth to baby Cash Cow. She was understandably busy, as we threw the only birthday party for ss. This year, we have him on his birthday (hah!), and of course are throwing another party (see post regarding total lack of WWE paraphanalia). SS told us at the last visitation that Ms. P. was planning on doing his birthday party the week before. He was excited, as he was finally having an overnight party (which it seems like all the "cool" older kids are doing this year). Then we were worried that she was going to call off the whole thing: SS said that she was considering it on account of the weather (yeah, don't ask me what that has to do with a sleepover...I think she was rethinking having all those boys overnight). But apparently she decided to go through with it. Knowing the party was yesterday, I suggested to Mic that he get a hold of SS early, so he could talk to him before his friends got there. So he called at 2. He tried again, and again, and again. Her mailbox is full, so it's not like he could even leave a message. Finally, around 8, she picked up and said that he was outside playing hide-and-seek, and to call back. Then she hung up on him yet again. So he called back around 8:30. No answer. Finally at 8:55, the father of Baby Cash Cow picked up.

A bit of background: Ms. Perfect left Mic for this guy. She told Mic's mom (who they were living with at the time) that she was going to the store, and left on foot with ss. 4 days, and a missing persons report later, Mic was informed that she left him for this dude, who's like at least 25 years older than she is (maybe there is a lot to be said for being a gold-digger, right? Yuck. I don't care how much money you have-25 years older than me is creepy. Period.). Needless to say, they didn't get along for quite some time. Now that he's got Baby Cash Cow with her, he knows that her children are pawns to her, and he appears to be trying to train her for how to act when he leaves her. Ever since she had the cash cow this guy has been sticking up for Mic with her left and right. Hah! We'll take friends in low places any day of the week!

So anyway, Mic could hear her screaming once again in the background. You know, 9 at night, and the kid is opening presents. And of course, he can't talk. Well, baby cash cow's daddy said, "Well, at least let him talk to him (Mic), and tell him he will call him back." One small step for Mic! Of course, ss got on the phone and repeated Ms. P. verbatum. He never called back. Mic tried again at 9:30 (plenty of time to open presents). No answer.

It sems to me like if they didn't want to be interrupted, she should've let them talk before the party. But no...not Ms. P. I told Mic that next week, I think his phone is going to magically die. Funny thing is, all these calls had to be made from my phone, as Mic's phone is on the fritz. This could very well happen without my even hitting the power button (yeah, I submerged it in coffee last week. Coffee spilled in the car's console, and neither of us realized. When we did, the phone was floating). It's not much, but hey, we're not the ones with a court order that says they have to be able to talk on the phone.