I thought that I was very proud of myself for starting a blog as my Timmy shrieked that I should do on his way out of my bourbon laden, bucolic life. And then I realized that that wasn't it at all. I am troubled by the fact that the country club klan simply dissmissed me from the wedding this weekend of Suzette and Sheldon Tway.
This I do not understand as I have scrubbed them both, as children, repeatedly, between bourbons. I watched their pubic hair grow for christ's sake & gave them free harp lessons...
Honestly, Suzette with one "Z", What on God's green earth could her mother have been thinking?
Perhaps I just assumed that I would be invited?
So what?
My husband made our wealth off of designing sex toys and tasty oils & lubricants. Does this make me a presumptuous person?
Some People.
At times like this, I think about my Timmy....
Where he is, Who he is, and if he misses mixing mommies drinks as much as I miss him mixing my drinks....
Somehow, they just don't taste the same.
Do the best you can, my dears....
I'll be back as soon as I freshen-up!
N
