Mama Bear's Smiling A Bit And Fondling Rocky Balboa's Buttocks
The next step is being taken.
The principal at Dee's school is sending a letter to Ass' parents with a warning. That is apparently "the next step" in the seemingly unending politically correct procedure of our school board, such as it is.
Apparently, the principal was under the impression that Dee and Ass had a little "thing" going, and that it was more a reciprocal relationship of mutual abuse than one-sided instigation on Ass' part. She also did not understand the extremity and consistency of Ass' physical and mental abuse toward my son.
Perhaps the grey bags under my eyes, the disheveled hair, and the gradual decibel increase in my voice helped her understand. I was calm, but I'm sure she could sense the keen desperation in my voice when I finally set her straight on the facts.
I looked her in the eyes, and I said, "We are not tolerating this situation any longer. We can't. You've got to do something, and now. And it's got to be something more than simply talking to Ass, or talking to Ass' parents, because that's obviously not working. And meanwhile, my son doesn't want to go to school."
So, a letter is being written, on official school board letterhead, and will be delivered to Ass' door soon. And I hope that's all we have to do for this situation to end.
Because Mr. Handsome called the po po today, and they said they would be happy to file a complaint, because what Ass has been doing to Dee is definitely considered assault.
That's right, my people!
We will survive!
Let the war begin, baby, because ain't no one gonna mess with my baby boy!
(cue Rocky's Gonna Fly Now)
See, even the po po are happy for us.
We aren't sure if we're going to go ahead and file a complaint yet, but a big part of me wants to do it just so that I can hide in the bushes and watch as the police knock on Ass' door and have a little talk with Ass and his parents. Look and see how manly and strong they are as they knock down Ass' door, string Ass up by his tiny little testicles, and scare the crap outta him.
Don't mess with Mama Bear, like I said. Or I will squish you like a tiny bug.
The principal at Dee's school is sending a letter to Ass' parents with a warning. That is apparently "the next step" in the seemingly unending politically correct procedure of our school board, such as it is.
Apparently, the principal was under the impression that Dee and Ass had a little "thing" going, and that it was more a reciprocal relationship of mutual abuse than one-sided instigation on Ass' part. She also did not understand the extremity and consistency of Ass' physical and mental abuse toward my son.
Perhaps the grey bags under my eyes, the disheveled hair, and the gradual decibel increase in my voice helped her understand. I was calm, but I'm sure she could sense the keen desperation in my voice when I finally set her straight on the facts.
I looked her in the eyes, and I said, "We are not tolerating this situation any longer. We can't. You've got to do something, and now. And it's got to be something more than simply talking to Ass, or talking to Ass' parents, because that's obviously not working. And meanwhile, my son doesn't want to go to school."
So, a letter is being written, on official school board letterhead, and will be delivered to Ass' door soon. And I hope that's all we have to do for this situation to end.
Because Mr. Handsome called the po po today, and they said they would be happy to file a complaint, because what Ass has been doing to Dee is definitely considered assault.
That's right, my people!
We will survive!
Let the war begin, baby, because ain't no one gonna mess with my baby boy!
(cue Rocky's Gonna Fly Now)
See, even the po po are happy for us.
We aren't sure if we're going to go ahead and file a complaint yet, but a big part of me wants to do it just so that I can hide in the bushes and watch as the police knock on Ass' door and have a little talk with Ass and his parents. Look and see how manly and strong they are as they knock down Ass' door, string Ass up by his tiny little testicles, and scare the crap outta him.
Don't mess with Mama Bear, like I said. Or I will squish you like a tiny bug.
I never said I was mature.
P.S. If you want more on the saga, please see last Sunday's post. 
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And.......if we're going to be fondling Rocky Balboa's buttocks in the process then please....let me know. I'll bring the thermos (plural, ever how you way it in plural) of Bloody Mary's and we'll get down to bidness :)
Steady On
Reggie Girl
I hope you got that yellow=bellied teacher involved too!
(SOME people just shouldn't be in charge of children)
I hope this will end it for good~
Have a terrific Tuesday~
♥,Lilly
PS Hope your feeling better :)
However, that last picture scared me. Now I'm afraid of you.
Good luck, I hope this is over soon!
You go, girl.
P.S. Count me IN on the butt kicking, Bloody Marys and Rocky fondling! :-)
~ Becky
P.S. Count me IN on the butt kicking, Bloody Marys and Rocky fondling! :-)
Mutual?? whatever! Good for you for getting the police involved maybe he will be scared straight!
And good for you! I hope the letter works too. If not, you have a great plan B.
I read this post this morning really quickly, and ALL DAY at work I kept giggling at your reference to the "Po Po". lol!!
yay for getting one ass slapped but good!