Friday, June 02, 2006

Good f'ing riddance, my arch nemesis!

I had to say good bye to my arch nemesis today at the Door Man's preschool graduation party. It was with a heavy heart that I didn't wave good-bye to her, didn't say one word of good luck to her, and just basically didn't make any sort of eye contact with her. However, I DID learn her first name, and it is as snooty and snotty as she is: Tamara.

Not Tammy. Hell, if I had known her name was Tamara, I would have been sure to get my digs in by calling her Tammy or Tam. And how do you spell Tammy? Oh, you don't GO by Tammy. Well, you do in my book.

And seriously, WTH is up with your husband? He totally looks like The Friendly Martian. Tammy, you settled.

They all sat in the back row, talking about whatever, and THEN the husbands joined up with them, and they talked about their golf games.

Thank GOD that I married a man who can't STAND to play golf. It seriously is the hugest waste of time and money. There is no point to it whatsoever.

So Tammy ... good luck to ya and your kept existence. Good luck to ya with all those PTO meetings and Service League meetings.

Will I see you at the upcoming Habitat for Humanity day? Oh .... probably not, huh? That would require actually exerting yourself in activity that doesn't make you look good.


Anonymous Robin said...

Um..bitter is the new Meredith I think. You kill me. "you settled" ha! I too, am not ready for the queens to be under my feet. Glad for my three days of working.
Oh, I failed my KI soup mission. By the time I looked, it was GONE. So, I'll bring you a check on Sunday :( Sorry girlfriend.
Miss you girl..

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