I went to a bridal shower tonight hosted at the extravagant home of the landlord that I once took to mediation at BYU for cheating my friend and me out of our petty money to, as I speculate, fund the construction of her newly completed indoor ballet studio, which as her daughter explained, "is being used for storage because only the youngest dances anyway."
I threw up in my mouth more than once.
7.14.2009
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shut up!?! who was the shower for?
That's crazy. Did you have to talk to your old landlord?
the shower was for angie. one of her mission companions was the landlord's daughter. and no, i didn't have to talk to my old landlord. the husband was picking his nose on the couch while watching tv. as my friend and i left, i turned to say something to her only to see that the wife was shutting the door after us. i threw up a half-hearted wave as our eyes met... luckily my hair was in my face. i don't think she recognized me. and if she did, then good. she just fed me pizza and veggies and air-conditioned my stuffed self for two hours.
ha! i'm still laughing about this one! of all the houses in that neighborhood, i'm so sure it happened to be the same one that the shower was at...
Was it Regina????
no, it was not regina. i never took her to mediation, although i very well could have. am i a landlord's worst nightmare or what?! nobody takes advantage of me... nobody.
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