I keep promising that I will stop talking about my hair. But this is brief and it's been two weeks and I'm still ticked.
So - there I was at election headquarters. Stunned by what was happening. I looked up to see one of my husband's poker buddies enter with his wife. I have a twisted history with this woman and the rest of the poker wives. They decided not to like me before they met me. This would have been understandable if I had helped to break up Bob's marriage...but I hadn't. His wife left him for someone else. I guess they just didn't like my face. I am certain that neither the wives nor I suffered much of a loss.
Because I have trained myself to rise above bs, I worked my way across the room. I tapped Mrs. Wifey on the shoulder and said "HI. " She turned, her eyes flew open. She pulled her neck and head back and distorted her face so it looked like she was walking into a wind machine. Silent for just a moment she responded, "Oooooh. Diane warned me about your hair!" That was it.
Bitch
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