Thank God Thats Over

Last night I was driving Mr. Little Man to Swim Club and (due to an accident) I opted for a different route than what we usually drive.

So, anyway, we are leisurely driving down the street when I see a man in the distance wearing a wife beater, jeans and a fedora. And I immediately think to myself that:

A. Its 102 degrees
B. A fedora and a wife beater? WHO? WHAT? WHY?
C. That there is never a fug girl around when you need one

Then I get closer and I realize that it is an exboyfriend of mine (the same one who christened me Layzbugs; whom we shall refer to as "McJackass" in the future). Then I immediately thought, "Oh, thank God thats over".

What I am reading: Lately, I've only been reading to Mr. Little Man. We've been going to swim club almost every day so there isn't alot of time for reading.
What I am listening to: Summer Breeze - The Isley Brothers