Yesterday afternoon, I was invited to attend a Tastefully Simple party at the home of Jason’s boss. His wife, Terri was hosting the party along with her neighbor, Tilly Lou. Several of the women in attendance were wives of my husband’s co-workers, so I knew everyone except Tilly Lou.
You know when you meet someone for the first time and you just know that you are NOT going to like them, well this is exactly how I felt when Tilly Lou arrived. The way she dominated the conversation when she arrived just rubbed me the wrong way. She came into Terri’s house telling everyone how she and her husband had almost bought this house, but the house down the street was so much better. Her house had a pool. Her house had better views. Her house had…who knows what else, I stopped listening. Tilly Lou started introducing herself to everyone, but skipped over me when doing her introductions. Since she didn’t stop her incessant chattering long enough to breathe, I didn’t get a chance to introduce myself to her.
This is where it gets weird. She finally notices me and asks the woman next to me, Shawna, if I’m her daughter. Shawna has a FOURTEEN-year-old daughter. Laughing, Shawna said “I’m not THAT old.” I let Tilly Lou know that I’m almost 32. Also, there’s the somewhat noticeable fact that I’M PREGNANT!!! I know I look young and I’m certainly not complaining about that, but, uh, I don’t look like a pregnant teenager!! Tilly Lou replied, “well, you don’t sound like a teenager, that’s good.” Trying to be funny and possibly a smidge sassy, I said, “like, oh my gawd, like thanks, and stuff.” I guess this was the wrong move.
Tilly Lou doesn’t like me now (boo hoo). It was blatantly obvious for the rest of the party. She offered to get everyone drinks, except for me. She offered everyone refills, except for me. She gave everyone seconds of the cake, except for me. Did I mention that I’m pregnant, you don’t deprive a pregnant girl of CAKE!! When it came time to leave, she personally went to everyone and told them how nice it was to meet them. When she got to me, she said, “And what was your name again?”
I guess I didn’t make a new friend yesterday. Tilly Lou and I aren’t going to BEST FRIENDS FOREVER. I just have to laugh. Maybe I should keep my sassy self in check, but it’s so hard when you’re compared to a fourteen-year-old…the sassiest group on the planet!!!
***I changed the names of the gals in this post seeing as they probably don’t know about my blogging addiction and may not wish to be a part of it.