I have a dream…I dream of a day that a simple request is actually responded to in a mature, responsible fashion by the psycho ex, without histrionics, defensive psychobabble, dramatics, idiotic argument, or profane misuse of vocabulary words far out of her intellectual repertoire in an attempt to seem much more sagacious than she truly is. I dream of a day that reason, sanity, logic, and sense rule the day.
*falling down with uncontrollable laughter*
Oh, I know, I know…I am a cheeky dreamer! I would be better off waiting for Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny, and the Tooth Fairy to stroll hand-in-hand into my living room and invite me on a ride to Neverland on their magic carpet. But it was worth a good chuckle, eh?