My feelings have been hurt in a big way. No really.. my internet feelings are crushed beyond repair. There is nothing to do now except throw waves of guilt at the offending party.
Brian J., whom I thought was a pal, has made it clear that he is only humoring an old woman in her golden years. He told me (in his comments section to the blog post about my baby Brooke's upcoming Christmas), that I was known as a "erm.. mature woman." What an awful thing to say to a girl!
No no, I'm fine.. really. Don't worry about me. I have my prunes and my walker to keep me company.
8 comments:
Jesus Christo woman, you would think you would be more thick skinned with all the abuse I send your way - you menopausal crazy ol wench!
Bite my wrinkly, saggy ass, you knob.
BTW... I'll pick you up at 11:30. hehe
YEA, VERILY, let it be known on the Internet that Deb lacks maturity.
All fixed?
Yup. All better now, thank you. :)
If you want to see her giggle like a schoolgirl, here's the secret word:
H A R B L E S
Works every time.
He's right ya know.
It is a good thing you didn't know that about me when we had dinner together. I'd have never gotten through my enchiladas with all the giggling. hehe
Hi, just catching up after a long hiatus, and wanted to say congratulations on your beautiful baby granddaughter, she is adorable!
All the best,
Sassan
Omigod Sassan!!! I've missed you pal! I hope you are coming back to the blogging world, I keep looking for you.
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