Oh, the BC. I'm dubbing it MW Munchausen Coalition. They wear their designer Kohl's outfits, perhaps with a breast cancer ribbon, carry their 31 bags, talk about their above-ground swimming pools, and consider themselves high-rollers. One of them had the temerity to tell me she considered a Master's Degree, but she couldn't give up Mary Kay.
Their latest trend is designer disabilities: Non-Verbal Learning Disability, Ocular-Motor Dysfunction, blah, blah. They come my office and cry for an hour because they fear their straight "A" student children can't read. I don't even need an evaluation for that. Also? There is cancer in this world. Shut it.
So, one of them is worried for my health and wants to sell me in-home vitamins, etc. Melaleuca. I took some. They're fine. Whatevs. I will not be "scheduling my in-home party." She cannot understand the domino effect that comes from said parties. Schedule one vitamin party and you wake up broke with Partylites and Ahni and Zoey scrapbooks all over the floor. It's sad, wrong, and not of the Lord. I will not.
She's farmischt. The coalition lives for this shit. Probably so they can talk about how I hate their kids.
Oh, well. More fodder.
I see now why she didn't get that Master's degree. She just ordered a Thin Mint and a "Somoah."
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