Where to start...Well let us begin with LIES:

In my last blog I shared how BM and her cuckoo friend were talking about how I wished Atilla was mine yada yada yada. Well this 'friend' aka psycho bizotch (PB) was at the gas station again yesterday (buying beer as always) and I had swung by on my lunch to pick up some water. PB comes up to me in line and gets RIGHT IN MY FACE and says "B*tch you need to quit trying to tear apart BM's family, they don't NEED you and they don't WANT you around." Thank god I know every person that works at that gas station, Erika to the rescue!!! She asked PB to leave or she would call the police I couldn't help but laugh. I have NO IDEA what this was about because I have NOTHING to do with BM, SF and do the bare minimum with Atilla anymore so I don't know where this came from. Still don't know, but I have a feeling BM was spewing acid again.

STEALING:
DH had Atilla yesterday. I got home at about 5:15 and found DH asleep on the couch and Atilla no where to be found. Wanting to catch her in the act I snuck around looking for her and found her in OUR bedroom going through MY things and sticking money, makeup and jewelry in her pockets. Ohhh boy, I took her out of there so fast and made HER wake up DH and empty her pockets in front of him. He was LIVID. He started questioning her about why she thought it was ok to steal, etc. Thank you DH for FINALLY having some juevos.
THEN we go to take Atilla home. Last week we had been talking about baby names and had a few nailed down that we KNOW we wanted if we ever got pregnant (we've been thinking about trying). My FAVORITE one was Isabella. DH made the mistake of telling Atilla about this and naturally Atilla told BM. So we drop her off and what does BM say? "We got a new puppy" (pulls a chinese crested out of the car) "Her name is Isabella". I am pretty sure that if we weren't in public I would've went crazy on her. So now the name I wanted belongs to an ugly nasty putrid dog that belongs to BM...Well back to the drawing board.