My dad's wife is a moron.

My dad called me two days ago asking if I knew anyone that wanted a dog...a pit bull. His pit bull. The dog bit someone, and he decided he should get rid of him since his grandkids (my kids) are over there one weekend out of the month. Doesn't want to take any chances, you know? Anyway, I told him I knew of no one.

So, the step-mom calls today...full of pain-killers and muscle relaxers, because that's how she rolls, evidently. (Here's a mental image for you...my eyes were just about to roll right out of my head when I typed that last sentence). "Boohoohoo, we have to get rid of Rico...your dad said we should have him put down...but I just can't do that...boohoohoo." I'm thinking to myself: This dog is a product of inbreeding (yeah, his mom and dad were brother and sister)...that's not good to begin with. Then he bit a grown ass man and drew blood...who's to say he won't latch onto one of my kids? I told her, "I'd feel safer if he wasn't there." Then she proceeds to make excuses for the dog..."I think he was probably just trying to protect me," "He's only ever growled at the kids," (yeah, you read that right..."only ever," but what if he goes further than growling next time...?). "I could keep the kids away from him, blah, blah, blah." How? By keeping him locked up in a room, so his inbred mind can think of the way he's gonna maul his next victim? No, thanks, bitch. Go take another pill and shut the fuck up.

At least she knows where I stand on the dog, but I still feel like I was talking to a brick wall...covered in Lorcets.