Where was I when the news broke? In Miami for what was supposed to be a nice "family" weekend. It was a total disaster. We had calls at 8 am before we left from WH asking who the hell Barbie and Plumpy Ken were (wearing, as always, an I'll fitting suit). Great start to our Thanksgiving but then nothing on what the WH and SS were suffering five hundred fold to us. So weekend ruined. Charles' super sized, petulant, spoiled brat behavior throughout Thanksgiving, sadly involving the girls, resulted in "Nightmare on South Beach."
So I'm cutting and peeling potatoes whilst he sits drowning his sorrows. And so much for that "shopping at Sak's all day" comment? LOL! In two years the only item I brought from there was the leather jacket I'm wearing in the final scene. I usually shop at consignment shops. I'm not a big spender, plus I LOVE vintage clothes. My wedding dress (for the registry) cost $30! I was just end of the line with everything, including my husband. The end of the road. No support, just criticism. Still can't get over how under pressure I looked! So unhappy. Weight of the world on my shoulders.com. Goodbye Charles. It wasn't just the knives that weren't cutting it for me. As Lynda said, high time to press delete.
I watched the Salami's on their way to The White House and realized that Tareq was absolutely wetting himself! Maybe even supporting a grown man's incontinence pad underneath those tight pants. Truly. He was so nervous. Why? They didn't even get the time to crash right! " We could have got Stacie and Jason an invitation too." What are you on? How many spares where there, and which email address did they come from? BTW the real invitations where exquisite.
"Filthy." How many times did I say that in the final episode? Jeeeeez. When looking at the thesaurus I could have used any other great words, but then thats just plain bitchy. Thus I just stuck with "plastic not fantastic." For all of you who think Im nasty and full of hate for them, I'm not, but bare in mind being around them is very toxic (hence my remarks). I'm very protective over my friends and family to whom they caused much damage, so it was impossible to hold my tongue. So many people suffered as a result of their actions.
I actually went to The Turners to support Stacie after she asked me to, and I genuinely didn't want to see them. They had affected my life too much already. It was 1:30 am when Mr. and Mrs. State Dinner arrived. I wish I'd been more eloquent and articulate. It had been a 17 hour day, and I struggled to get the words from my brain out of my mouth -- yes I know -- impossible to believe, but its true.
Jason. I'm really happy you didn't apologize for the "rude" -- my mistake, "very rude" as you said -- Brit because you are right, I'm a grown woman and, I meant every word I said. TAKE IT! Their decision to do what they did left me virtually numb.
"Can I have a top up of my wine" seemed to come easier though!
"I haven't been exposed to people like her, who dress up as Sarah Palin," blah blah blah. Really? Come on, that was a joke! Even Edwina thought it was fun, and it was her party! You should get out more (if you aren't attending the events of the most influential and prominent people in the world that is).
One minute you say that you were so excited that night when you got home and posted your infamous pics, you couldn't sleep. And then you say that you had "a turn" and were hospitalized? Where is the truth?
"Thanks for a wonderful evening! Never a dull moment in DC!"
Bring on the reunion and all those unanswered questions?
Thanks again for all your comments good and bad. I read every single one and listen to every word you say. I'm learning all the time.
Bless my girls and their hair elastics I always wear! Yellow isn't my color is it?