Anne Heche = Supermom

I was going to continue with my special weekly series called "Atrocity Friday" but I thought it might stray dangerously into politics. As my Mom reminded me, I like health insurance. I like food. I like being homeful instead of homeless. So in the absence of my insightful outrage on all things Iraq, I turn instead to Anne Heche.

For those of you not completely up to date on her exploits, she is currently embroiled in an acrimonious divorce in which her clearly insane husband is using the not-so-logical argument that she is too batshit to raise their child, but not whackadoodle enough to pay him $40k a MONTH for support. By way of proof, he provides:

In the papers, Laffoon claims that Anne once didn't put Homer in a car seat, she often cusses in front of the child, and packed school lunches that Homer "did not like." Laffoon added that his prior experience as a nanny and a summer camp counselor justify giving him joint custody.

I dont have children, but I'm pretty sure that if making lunches that a child doesnt like is an actionable offense, then Child Protective Services is about to be overwhelmed. The child is already badly handicapped by a name like Homer Laffoon.

I mean, she IS crazy, but he knew that before he married her.

Then I get this classic email in my inbox.

From Anne Heche's spokesman: It is disappointing that Coley Laffoon has resorted to filing lies with the court because Anne would not cave in to his astronomical monetary demands, including his demand for $45,000 a month in support. For the past several years, the child's father has refused to get a job in order to contribute financially to the child's care.

Ahhh love. Maybe Britney has some relationship tips for Anne.