**rifles through another space bag to find another winter glove to slap pp with** I AM SO FURIOUS! But I have been raised not to curse so I do not have an adequate way to express the feelings that I feel right now!!! |
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Several of the houses my family built are now museums, but I grew up in a not-so-nice little ranch house in a decaying Appalachian town. Yay.
Also not so fun being the poor cousins. They had horses, sailboats, trust funds, and debutante ballls; my sister and I got huge student loans. Actually, I had a good childhood. Lots of love, lots of books, and never any lack of the true necessities. But, the vast difference between world I grew up in and the world I saw when I visited my grandparents and cousins was disorienting. |
Dearie, may I suggest that you cut her at the club this weekend? |
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Well I meant "cut" as in, walk past without acknowledging her. But a quick slice with a Victorinox steak knife might work, too. |
See, PP? It's like we don't even speak the same language. You can see how difficult it is to have even a simple conversation with the "newly poor." They are ready to burst into song about the Sharks and the Jets at the drop of a dime. Good lord, someone could get hurt and I don't just mean their feelings. Maria should never have taken up with that "Forever Poor" Tony. I warned her. But would she listen? No. |
Oh dear! It's like... my social grace, my manners, they're just drifting away from me... THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU LOSE THE MONEY, PEOPLE! |
It's a slippery slope. And frankly, that's why we're been distancing ourselves from you, truth be told. I couldn't bring myself to tell you to your face. DH suggested it, and I said, oh Julian, that would only hurt her feelings, you dim wit! But we still love you PP. That hasn't changed. You know that. It's just that...we can't...be seen with you anymore. There, I've said it. I feel so much better now, don't you? We will always be fast, fast friends. Nothing will change that -- ever. It will just be between you and me. Our little secret friendship. |
It's going to be a cutco that my parents bought from the PP's Mom. I inherited it.
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Aww, that's sweet. No matter what you say, at least I will always still think that I am better than you (and everyone else). You can take away my money... but you will never take... my misplaced feelings of superiority!!!! |
Let me help, I've been taking interpretation classes offered by the Junior League. Just like the woman on Airplane. |
But who thinks an immigrant is going to have a pony? |
People in other countries can have ponies! |
Sign me right up! Nouveaux pauvres, let us console one another! |
PP here. I'm sorry, do I know you? |