Cynthia Bailey

Cynthia reacts to the butt dial drama.

on Nov 27, 2012

Welcome back! I hope everyone had a wonderful Thanksgiving! I enjoyed spending some well needed quality time my family, and catching up with friends. We all have much to be thankful for and should never take our blessings for granted.

"Not what we say about our blessings, but how we use them, is the true measure of our thanksgiving." - W.T. Purkiser

Phaedra and I have only known each other a couple of years, and we came into this beautiful bevy of women around the same time. We have continuously maintained a cordial relationship, and have always treated each other with kindness. We support each other’s events, socialize in some of the same circles, exchange pleasantries on the phone occasionally, and even share our friend Pastor Pollard in common. Bosom buddies? No. Cool with each other? Absolutely!
With that said, I was a little surprised to hear Phaedra's commentary when NeNe played the BUTT dial for me that day at lunch. I felt that Phaedra's tone was caviler, and her choice of words stung me like a bug bite from out of nowhere. Again, I don't claim to be Phaedra's best friend or anything, BUTT what I do claim is that I always make every effort to support "All Things Phaedra." When I am invited to her extravagant affairs (regardless if the invite is heartfelt), out of respect my BUTT is always the first one there. Sometimes, my BUTT is the only one there (from this group of ladies) to support her. Phaedra knows that she can always depend on me to show up, show up on time, and not show out! Do I deserve a medal? No, BUTT I do deserve for Phaedra to at least give a fu-- (excuse my spelling) that I do come and support!
The Lord works in mysterious ways! Now I realize that Phaedra obviously had no intention for any of this information to somehow miraculously fall into my lap and end up biting her on her donkey BUTT! (Or titty in this particular case.) Everybody knows that everything happens for a reason, and there is no such thing as a coincidence. My hand delivered BUTT-o-gram had travelled a lot of curious roads and had taken lots of interesting turns before it would eventually end up in my hands.