She lays there listening,....wanting to speak, but not sure if she's allowed to;
"Guess what? He's having a baby!!"
"He got her knocked up."
"Can you believe that she's 22 and he's 47?"
"She tricked him because he has so much money he was planning on building a $1.5million dollar home, he now is buying her a $289,000 house out in the west suburbs-do you know where St. Charles is?"
"uh-huh." She replies having been given the silent permission to talk-tingling talk mind you.
"She's such a bitch, she lied to him and said she was getting that shot to prevent pregnancy, she's after his money. She's an orphan that has a very dysfunctional family."
"They fight all the time, and she threatened to sue him. Now they're in counseling and he has an attorney to make sure she doesn't screw him over."
"He won't marry her because he knows that she's after his money and will divorce him and end up with half of all of his earnings, including his tan jaguar."
"So now he can't buy his dream home, and he'll continue to live in Burr Ridge, but he plans on supporting her and the baby the rest of his life."
"She's going to become a stay at home mom now, and basically will never have to work again, because he'll cover the cost of living for her for the rest of his life."
"Isn't that messed up? She's just a bitch, this girl, a controlling manipulative rude bitch, and I can't stand her," said the 65 something year old Albanian woman.
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You'd think that was something out of a soap opera show, or perhaps the latest Jerry Springer trash talking show, but it wasn't.
This dialogue from the Albanian woman occurred in Crustyland. As a matter of fact all of this transpired yesterday while I sat in the dentist chair.
My Sauntering Frank got his young flavorful hygienist pregnant. It was no surprise that they were fooling around. I sensed it the first time I ever stepped foot into his office. Just a feeling, but everyone that knows me knows that I have this uncanny intuitive sense-been that way since I was in 3rd grade.
No, I'm not a psychic, I just get these "feelings."
That's all.
Nothing more, nothing less.
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My tooth on the other hand suffered much more yesterday. Which unfortunately I'll catch you up on later this evening.
Guess What Part Deux to follow.
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