Hola mis amores! I hope you all had a beautiful Christmas with your families and loved ones. I was nursing a little cold, but still had an amazing time with family. Someone wrote me on Twitter asking me to remember our troops so I want to ask all of you to pray for our women and men in uniform and for all those out there who cannot be with their families for the holidays. God bless you all my sweet cyber friends! Thank you so much for all the love you send me and please write your comments as I love reading them. xoxo
This week was certainly interesting. . .As you saw, I finally had enough and I am not allowing Brandi to step all over me. Being classy doesn't mean taking someone's abuse over and over. I did give her the benefit of the doubt (too many times), but there came a moment when enough was enough.
At the beginning of the episode I still can't stop laughing about Carlton's magical double standards. She made it very public that she thinks it's creepy that I call my husband "baby" (all the while when she calls Yolanda "baby" and Yolanda calls David "Babydoll").
How do you really get so worked up about my silly nickname for my husband, while I now have to watch you week after week with your sex toys, explaining how you ball gag your husband, and talking about your playroom and your nanny-threesome innuendos? Do whatever you please behind the privacy of your walls, but get your creepmeter in check before you attack me for a nickname.