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Hello all. It has been a while since I have written a blog. My life has been rather eventful these past few months, so perhaps I have been oblivious to the rapid and dramatic swings of emotion among the ladies. Case in point — I was completely caught by surprise by the comments emanating from the mouths of my so-called girlfriends from Beverly Hills that came to my wedding in Hawaii in their van ride to the airport.
Rather than being happy for me, they found a pretext for condemning me just hours after my nuptials. The origin of their derision was a People Magazine article in which I gave the interview a week before my wedding in which I acknowledged Lisa’s words of encouragement to take the leap into marriage. I guess it has come to the point that one cannot say nice things about Lisa without betraying the Puppygate Girl Gang. It appears that any positive words about LVP will put one in the doghouse, if not a kill shelter. This is surprising since some have been trying for weeks to get back in her good graces.
On my end, I see no reason why I can’t be disappointed that Lisa missed my wedding while also having empathy for her for the loss of her brother and her harsh treatment by the women of “Puppygate.”
There are other indications that the least provocation will set some of them off. The appearance of Kim Richards at her niece’s birthday caused Lisa Rinna’s channeling Erika Jane to lambast her. Maybe it was because it was Halloween, but that was downright weird, inappropriate, and way over the top. I am also surprised that Kyle was not appalled and offended by it. Meanwhile, Dorit is still acting like the victim here when the victim was clearly Lucy Lucy Apple Juice. I am happy to learn she has subsequently upgraded her environs with a less high maintenance owner. Atta girl, LLAJ! For the life of me, I still don’t understand why the puppy wasn’t returned to Vanderpump Dogs in the first place. That would have avoided all of this nonsense.
Camille Grammer Meyer