C-U-Next-Thursday? Spells the same thing anyway.

I intended a completely different post for tonight, but today I witnessed something incredibly interesting. I decided to dust off the ol' C-U-Next-Tuesday tradition.

PHubby and I went to lunch today at what is essentially an upscale soup-salad-sandwich place with a wine menu and overpriced apps.

I was about to order a half-pot of french press while PHubby finished his organic beer, when several parties arrived to be seated within a few minutes of each other.

The hostess/waitress became very busy, so I chose to skip the coffee. While we waited for our bill, two women were seated at a table to my right, against the wall. The woman sitting on the booth side of the table began venting to her friend. Loudly.

Well, they're scheduling the ski trip now. They're doing the Alps again this year. And so I told him I don't want to give up my house in Idaho.
I want to go to Idaho, and it's my house. I should be able to go. It's my inheritance, after all. He does the ski trip with his inheritance.
When we married, I said, "Well, should I sell the house," and he said, "No, keep it."
I guess when I was single I didn't have to worry about such things, but since Peter came along ... there has to be a discussion. I mean, I'm used to doing things the way I like. Now, there's more to consider.


And, I just want to thank this lady. I mean, really. I had no idea how hard a person's life could be until she broadcast her misfortune loud enough for everyone in the entire fucking restaurant to hear.

Until today, I had no idea this world could be so dark, so unforgiving, so cruel. Someone should start an organization to help people in these situations.

Let's band together to fight heated discussions over vacation plans of the wealthy.

Pretty sure I've never seen a grown-up spoiled brat in the flesh until today. I had a rull hard time not smacking this stupid fucking cunt across her stupid blushy face and telling her about real problems. I mean, I feel pretty fucking grateful right now, and while I've had a few bright points this year, there have been some crappy times, too.

But you know what? I'm healthy. My kids are tucked safely into bed right now. My husband took me out for a nice lunch today. And, let's go ahead and address it: people still randomly offer me oral sex. My life is pretty sweet.

But there is real sadness and atrocity in this world. And I guarantee you, it has nothing to do with Bitchface McWaspy's vacation choices for next winter.