My older daughter sent me a screen shot of a message she received from her dad today.
Dad: Did you come by my place to use the bathroom?
Daughter: No? I am at work in Sidney. Why?
Dad: Over the weekend?
Daughter: No not at all. Why?
Dad: There was a turd in my toilet.
Daughter: HAHAHAHAHAHAH! I haven’t been there.
Maybe I’ll get a call from the police tomorrow questioning me as to whether or not I have a key to my ex’s place and asking for a sample of my DNA to rule out it belonging to me. Another nutty complaint in the police file he and Janice are building against me.
Not sure if he was away with Janice over the weekend or away with someone else. Maybe he’s copied a key to his place to one too many women and someone is sending him a stinky message. I know he gave another girl at their work (the one I suspected he was having the affair with) his apartment key while he was away so she could come in and feed his fish.
Or it is the just the universe’s way of re-gifting what he has figuratively given to me and our girls so many other times during the past 3 years.