over the weekend, i got an email. which is nothing really unusual, i get soooo many.
most of which want me to use Viagra.
but in between the offers for watches, scrapbook items, and yes Viagra, i got an invitation.
from a chick i work with.
for a combo housewarming-slash-40th birthday party.
wait...what? let me re-read that.
yep. she's throwing herself a birthday party AND a housewarming party.
see - it goes like this: this girl talks smack about her grandmother. all.the.time. horrible things. disrespectful things. just mean stuff. then her grandmother passed away unexpectedly.
and her mother gave this girl her grandmother's condo.
and paid to have it repainted, re carpeted and re designed.
and put cash into an account so this girl will never pay property tax or association fees.
and this girl doesn't have to pay any of the payments.
she is lucky. but i don't think she appreciates it. i know her brothers are still peeved about it.
so - here she is, planning a housewarming and birthday soiree. for about 40 people.
i think it's gonna be like me hosting that many people here in our apartment. especially since her condo IS a converted apartment.
but what i wonder is...do i get her two gifts? 'cuz that's what it is looking like. and i hate feeling obligated to buy someone a gift.
it doesn't bother me at birthdays or Christmas...or even Groundhogs day. i love shopping for other people. especially for the 'perfect' (or what i hope is perfect) gift.
unfortunately, this girl doesn't realize how blessed she really is. and how horribly she treats people.
more to follow.
in other news...
yes, the writers are on strike. and yes, i'm still waiting for someone...anyone...to call and give me a big break.
Hollywood, i'm here. call me.
not only can i pretend to write, i can pretend to cook and fill up the Green Room.
see? double threat.
one more thing...prayers if you would, for my April, Susie & Pat. they've each got some heavy cruddy loads lately.
i thank you. and so would they.