So go figure: Deadbeat crazy ex-neighbor doesn't bring her kids for a play date. And rips my son's heart apart--again. It's 5:30, they were supposed to be here at 3pm, and he's still saying, "Well, maybe they'll still come".
She shows up again and she's being told to go away. It's one thing to screw with her own kids; it's another to screw with mine. We just keep telling him some people make bad choices--but the bad choices of this crazy broad don't have to be visited on my kids.
Anyway, we're doing dinner than off to the last drive-in movie of the year. We're going to see Ponyo, so I'm excited.
Oh, and moving the MIL? I'm amazed one person who seems to move every other year can collect so much crap!