While these two greasy leather-skinned fucks kept blabbing and BSing and whining about things like the Disney site being down or having to get out of the bleeping car to go get UNNECESSARY coffee that they could just brew at home and then laughed at themselves and gushed about handing the spawn off, I did a couple of data imports to finish out my day, planned out my schedule for the next month, edited slides in a presentation, got my mail, fed the cats, and took out the trash and recycling. After dinner, I'll continue prepping for my third-round interview that's this week and pack a lunch and my laptop and tit for tomorrow's pointless in-office workday.
Meanwhile, Ginn will continue deluding herself into thinking she's a mother or healthy as she gets yet another third-degree sunburn on their consecutive vacations these next few days, while Dim keeps fantasizing about Manservant Mike and Theme Park Dad as they skip merrily down Main Street holding hands, and Buddy keeps shitting his pants meanly and loudly on Tuesdays while Big Baby farts nonstop and cries over his achy tummy as he wills his teeth to grow in quickly so he can bite Ginn's finger off as she continues to force a pacifier in his mouth.
Also, these two don't talk off-screen at all, or they don't listen to each other ever (which we already knew) because Ginn yet again was surprised that Dim will be going back to the airport - like wouldn't that be something you'd have discussed off-screen since it relates to this stupid "business" of yours that you both "work" at? And of course she's got bleeping FOMO about airport tores and wants to go too. The witch would rather tore a bleeping airport than DRIVE HER bleeping ASS AND HER CHILDREN TO THE LOCAL LIBRARY AND SPEND TIME WITH HER EMOTIONAL SUPPORT SPAWN.