This morning at the bus stop, one of my neighbors excitedly announced that they had finally made all the arrangements. What arrangements you ask. Well, the ones for the Girls Shopping Weekend. The one they didn't invite me to. But that they discussed in detail, down to who was sharing what room in front of me this morning.
Seriously? Who taught these women their manners. If I acted like that, I swear to you, my mother would disown me. (Hi MOM! I know you are reading this....and grumpy and disgruntled as I am, which I got from Dad, you did raise me much better than that!) Really, they make jokes about how young I am, then they act like little high schoolers. And quite frankly, like hell I would have gone. But it is the principle of it. If it would not ostracize Jill and Emmi, I would say something. I have rehearsed it many times in my head. Instead, I stand to the side, and smirk, knowing I am twenty times more mature than they are. And also? As much as I enjoy getting a little jab in here and there, I truly am a good person. This I know without a doubt. People who really know me get this about me. But my neighbors. Not so much.