Well, my sinus infection has screwed up my sense of time, because I thought today was the 18th, not the 19th. (I'm not even going to start on how I still have holiday decorations lying around and hardly any presents bought - I'm pulling the atheist card on that.) I weirdly had a summons to court for child support (um, new folks: I have an ex. He has never paid child support. It's been years. Eh.) I raced to the court, and laughed when I got there, because RIGHT! Gov't offices. That meant at least an hour wait.
And let me tell you, there is no place on earth more depressing than a child support field office. (Thank DNA/Big Bang/God of your choice that I am financially secure.) So awful. And I feel like a jackass in clothes that are nice with a nice purse and my iPhone and...well. Some dad swanned in ready to be every lady's BFF and chatted them all up and admired their crying babies and had a portable filing cabinet on the birth mother/his significant other maybe? (reading between the lines?) and I wanted to tell him that those offices are just like the elevator: be quiet and watch the numbers.
(Oh, and it was a hilarious episode of Keystone Cops because they didn't have all of the papers, and they don't have jurisdiction, nor do they have his confirmed address and HAHAHA, it's been years, why would I think they would have this down? At least I don't need the money. My kids deserve the money, but we don't need it.)
ION, I am continually blown away by the amazing response I'm getting for this story I'm posting. I mean... a few weeks ago I was ready to delete the whole thing, just sure it was crap. (Thank you,
flaming_muse again for talking me out of it, and beating my story up until it became something better.) I just...I've been writing fanfic for YEARS and never had this kind of reaction. HAPPY CHRISMUHKWANZUKAH TO ME!
IOON, I am sick of chicken noodle soup, but I have no energy to go to the end of the block for Tom Kha. [/my life is the hardest] [/suck it, legless orphans that are also blind]
I WOULD LIKE TO BE ENTERTAINED. And fed fudge. And biscuits. How about it, Science?
And let me tell you, there is no place on earth more depressing than a child support field office. (Thank DNA/Big Bang/God of your choice that I am financially secure.) So awful. And I feel like a jackass in clothes that are nice with a nice purse and my iPhone and...well. Some dad swanned in ready to be every lady's BFF and chatted them all up and admired their crying babies and had a portable filing cabinet on the birth mother/his significant other maybe? (reading between the lines?) and I wanted to tell him that those offices are just like the elevator: be quiet and watch the numbers.
(Oh, and it was a hilarious episode of Keystone Cops because they didn't have all of the papers, and they don't have jurisdiction, nor do they have his confirmed address and HAHAHA, it's been years, why would I think they would have this down? At least I don't need the money. My kids deserve the money, but we don't need it.)
ION, I am continually blown away by the amazing response I'm getting for this story I'm posting. I mean... a few weeks ago I was ready to delete the whole thing, just sure it was crap. (Thank you,
flaming_muse again for talking me out of it, and beating my story up until it became something better.) I just...I've been writing fanfic for YEARS and never had this kind of reaction. HAPPY CHRISMUHKWANZUKAH TO ME!IOON, I am sick of chicken noodle soup, but I have no energy to go to the end of the block for Tom Kha. [/my life is the hardest] [/suck it, legless orphans that are also blind]
I WOULD LIKE TO BE ENTERTAINED. And fed fudge. And biscuits. How about it, Science?
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- stoney321
- Laura Stone
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And THANK YOU - hot tea is totally my BFF today.
Now you have me wanting to go read your other fics.
Signed, another mom with a deadbeat-ish ex.
Oy, they're not all assholes, but when they do it right.. *kisses fingers* They really do it right.
I'm not a Glee fan but my kids are, so I'll bookmark your fic for when the oldest is able to understand that love between two people of the same sex isn't the ick her grandmother has been telling her it is.
Karma may be a bitch, but she has fabulous hair and nails. :D
(Just know that this story is NC-17 in places. So. Rec accordingly.) And yay you for teaching your kids that love is love. :)
And what the hell, I am seriously agog over this child support thing. Way to go, judicial system! GOOD JOB.
But I very nearly came to tears at the thought that you might have deleted this fantastic story you have so wonderfully crafted for me. Yes, for me. All other losers step back, cause this is MY holiday gift!!!
And since we're distorting time already, can it please be tomorrow morning? No work tomorrow AND more Klaine loveliness. It will be the best day!!!
HAHAHA, yes, sure, it was ALL FOR YOU (so I can totes take these diamond cuff links back to Tiffany's now, sweet!)
I fully support that plan as that means I get to step out with my sister tomorrow and have lunch-time shenanigans. <3
*tosses fudge to you from all the way in Alabama*
2) Speaking of #1, send some of the children to get you Tom Kha! They have too much energy as it is! :)
3) <3 <3 <3
2) it is pouring down rain, BOO. (I'm making them set up the tree, remember? Ha. I have other soups, I will make it. /martyr)
3) SAME TO YOU, BUT MORE OF IT.
Oh, poor thing! The day is almost done, and you can leave the crud behind! <3
I hope you feel better tho :) If I was closer I'd totally bring you fudge (because seriously, FUDGE, nom) <3
I would TOTALLY LET YOU BRING ME FUDGE. And I would build a fire and put cats on our feet and we could watch D Criss videos and have a fudge-slumber party. \o/# <-- that's me holding your gift bag of fudge.
(And thanks for checking!!!)
I laughed so hard at this. I was fighting some kind of bug that took my voice away (and I need it in my job; I make recordings), and when I got tired of making chicken soup, I hit the Thai places for Tom Kha. IT IS DA BOMB. Wish I knew how to make it.
Love you for writing this story and posting during the craziness of the holiday season and the torture of a sinus infection.