The MoH is her best friend from childhood.

I want to drop out of her wedding and just move out of her building and just not be friends with her.

Cass, you think he wants to test his musical expertise with that "Hit me," thing. Really. Nsm. Aimee, if you shoot her, scrub off with Ajax after(Fools the GSR test) "This is why God made credit cards." Dumbass. This is why half of America is financially fucked like Faith on prom night. To say that so blithely makes her an insensitive fuckwit of the highest order. Some folks need killin'. I will be editing the unfunniest bit of comedy ever, this week. Whose god did I piss off?

I refuse to put myself, my husband, and my very small baby any further into debt to appease your class insecurity and insensitivity to other people.

Emily is brilliant.

That MoH is such a twat.

OTOH, you could withdraw the mystery $2000 from your bank account and ... no, wait. You need to find the person screwing with your bank account and give them the MoH's information.

Edited to be clear who I was talking about.

Aimee, if you shoot her, scrub off with Ajax after(Fools the GSR test) "This is why God made credit cards." Dumbass. This is why half of America is financially fucked like Faith on prom night.

I loves me some erika, dammit. Knowledge of crime AND a beautiful simile slam dunk.

I want to drop out of her wedding and just move out of her building and just not be friends with her.

Well, we wouldn't blame you a bit if you did. But I know you won't because you take the committment seriously. But honestly, at this point, don't do more than the minimum required and then avoid these people like the plague. They don't seem to care about their "friends" situations in life more than they care about indulging in their own expensive pleasures.

Yeah, Cash, thanks, but once people know me, it probably would play hell with my plausible deniability if the Empress did kill her and I tried to go all Fox-News-Plays-Terrorist-Bombmaking videos and say I had no idea to what use the knowledge would be applied.(That was a really great ep of Homicide...a friend of Felton's dad is dying, and despite being Wilford Brimley, does not have the guts to buy his own farm, so his son does. And Beau browbeats Meldrick into not saying anything, which is of course not the last time Lewis breaks the rules,(ooh, foreshadowing. Score!) and they go and wash the assisted off the suicide down the drain.)

I'm driving half the people to the actual thing.

You don't have to. They have cars.

Yes, this.

Hey, if I took 4 Ibuprofen at 7am, when can I safely take more?

Sincerely,
Crampy McPain

Hey, if I took 4 Ibuprofen at 7am, when can I safely take more?

11 a.m. at the earliest, as long as you don't make a habit of it (i.e., once a month is okay, and oh, do I feel your pain).

I love erika.

I apologize for the continued bitching, I'm sure you are all sick of it, but Joe just made a point on the phone and, damned if I don't think he might be right.

This whole thing of people with money vs me is tapping into old old old unresolved feelings of mine from high school. The rich, beautiful girls all sitting around the pool making fun of me. I don't think that will truly happen, but thinking about it brings back memories of the day after Junior Prom and I seriously feel like I'm going to have a panic attack. I hate being the "poor realtion". I hate not being financially able to do what the people around me can do financially and I hate feeling like a loser in my Old Navy bathing suit for Plus Sizes while the other girls around me are in their designer bikinis, tans shining, flat tummies being flat. I've earned my tummy, I have a beautiful wonderful daughter to show for it. I have a wonderful, loving husband that adores me and would do anything for me and yet, I feel like becuase I'm not a size 4 and I don't have $$ falling out of my Dooney & Burke tote, that I'm not worthy and not good enough and basically a piece of shit. Not true, I know in my mind, but it FEELS true.

I killed it, I'm sorry. I'll go be sulky elsewhere. ;)