So DH and I went to a dinner party last night. I'd never met the hosts before, they are old clients of DH's who *love* him. I was excited to go as I have not made any friends since moving here, and these people seemed like folks I might have alot in common with. There were three other couple there and I liked all of them. Anyway, we're at dinner and I am busting out of my shyness and telling the story of how my little niece loves to go to the new British Tea House in this area. People comment that it's nice to see these old-fashioned things coming back into style. And I say, yes, well given the choice between having her want to go to a tea party and playing with those hideous "Bratz" dolls, I'll take the tea party every day of the week.
Whereupon the man next to me turns to me and says, "Did anyone mention to you that I am the VP in Charge of International Marketing for Bratz Dolls?"
UGH UGH UGH!
Sparrow
Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming ‘Wow - what a ride!’ — Peter Sage
Whereupon the man next to me turns to me and says, "Did anyone mention to you that I am the VP in Charge of International Marketing for Bratz Dolls?"
UGH UGH UGH!
Sparrow
Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming ‘Wow - what a ride!’ — Peter Sage