What were you doing the moment you found out your child was accepted to an elite private school?

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:Nothing- as we didn't go that route and don't value it at all.
Supporting our public school, supporting teachers, programs, community- priceless.

Sorry you are poor-- poverty sucks!

[Anonymous]

Almost time!

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:Nothing- as we didn't go that route and don't value it at all.
Supporting our public school, supporting teachers, programs, community- priceless.

Sorry you are poor-- poverty sucks!

I was busy flaunting my wealth on DCUM and trying to make another poster feel bad about their family’s prospects when I heard the mailbox door slam. I quickly closed my laptop, leaving that sad, sad DCUM woman dangling, and ran outside my faux-Italianate Potomac McMansion. As the massive, impressive carved oak doors slammed behind me I almost slipped on the pink granite stairs. There was nothing in the mailbox. But I knew this was the day, because Muffy had just texted about little Madison’s acceptance. So I ran down the street after that sorry excuse for a mailman and grabbed him by the nasty shoilder strap of his mail bag. He found the envelope, but I had to promise him my Cartier love bracelet. Fat chance, that prole’s wife would look horrible in it, not nearly as glam as me.

[Anonymous]

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Anonymous wrote:Happy days...I admit when one has won the gold medal one never forgets.

Pre-K: It was a balmy spring evening. I was drinking a small gin and tonic and stuffing larks' cheeks with jamon iberico when my butler brought me the letter on a silver tray.

St. Albans: It was cold. I was upstairs having my anus bleached. I snorted a little Bolivian marching powder in celebration.

Yale: I was whipping the new maid a rolled-up copy of Horse and Hounds - there had been an unforgivable incident with a Ming Vase. Weather: overcast, light rain later.

Harvard Law School: the butler found me asleep in the stables after a large dose of ketamine. In my drug-induced fog I could barely take in the good news. I must have slept with half of Mclean in the course of the next week.

A dozen years later, and IMO this is still the greatest post in the history of DCUM. PP, I hope you are still here.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:It was a Wednesday, because I remember it was Non-Missionary-Position-Sex day, which I dread.

I was helping plan out posters for the Chevy Chase Club's Ladies' Night Out Manolo Blahnik Spring Trunk Show, when I heard my postal carrier screaming as she was being attacked by my neighbor Fay's black lab.
I ran out to see if I could retrieve my mail before any blood got on it. From under my mail lady's writhing body, I saw a large envelope in a stack of rubber-banded mail destined for my house. I lifted one of her calves and retrieved my mail and glided back into the house. What a thrilling moment.

And the trunk show was a smash.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:I was polishing my Harvard ring in my great great grandmother's federal-period wing chair. My semi-regular cleaning lady/nanny Lourdes from Guatemala brought in the mail before feeding my three children lunch and taking them to Volta Park for a few hours, the time I needed daily to get important shopping errands done. I was so excited I dropped my Harvard ring and it bounced in the fireplace, and Lourdes had to crawl in and find it.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:Happy days...I admit when one has won the gold medal one never forgets.

Pre-K: It was a balmy spring evening. I was drinking a small gin and tonic and stuffing larks' cheeks with jamon iberico when my butler brought me the letter on a silver tray.

St. Albans: It was cold. I was upstairs having my anus bleached. I snorted a little Bolivian marching powder in celebration.

Yale: I was whipping the new maid a rolled-up copy of Horse and Hounds - there had been an unforgivable incident with a Ming Vase. Weather: overcast, light rain later.

Harvard Law School: the butler found me asleep in the stables after a large dose of ketamine. In my drug-induced fog I could barely take in the good news. I must have slept with half of Mclean in the course of the next week.

[Anonymous]

I was screwing my housekeeper while my wife was on a business trip. Seriously, I really was. Came through on my mobile lol

[Anonymous]

Best dcum posts ever.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:I was screwing my housekeeper while my wife was on a business trip. Seriously, I really was. Came through on my mobile lol

Truly not funny.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:Nothing- as we didn't go that route and don't value it at all.
Supporting our public school, supporting teachers, programs, community- priceless.

Sorry you are poor-- poverty sucks!

I was busy flaunting my wealth on DCUM and trying to make another poster feel bad about their family’s prospects when I heard the mailbox door slam. I quickly closed my laptop, leaving that sad, sad DCUM woman dangling, and ran outside my faux-Italianate Potomac McMansion. As the massive, impressive carved oak doors slammed behind me I almost slipped on the pink granite stairs. There was nothing in the mailbox. But I knew this was the day, because Muffy had just texted about little Madison’s acceptance. So I ran down the street after that sorry excuse for a mailman and grabbed him by the nasty shoilder strap of his mail bag. He found the envelope, but I had to promise him my Cartier love bracelet. Fat chance, that prole’s wife would look horrible in it, not nearly as glam as me.

If your driveway in Potomac is so short that you can hear the mailbox close…are you even rich enough to call yourself middle-class on the Money and Finance forum?

Let me guess: four years you’ll be filing out FAFSA “for merit purposes only.”

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:Pardon me for being so gauche. On that afternoon, our family's letter opener was no where to be found, as I was told. Unfortunately, I lack patience and to avoid ruining a fresh manicure, quickly and discretely I placed the envelope near my mouth, and used my teeth to pry the chubby envelope open. My heart skipped at least a beat as I read the first congratulatory sentence.

Fortunately, the letter wasn't harmed due to my recklessness. As I glance over at it now, it looks absolutely stunning in its frame on the mantle.

Love this one too.

[Anonymous]

Riding my husband reverse cowgirl style. Child ran into the room with the big envelope crying happy tears!! We untangled, I quickly untied DH's arms, and pulled her into bed with us, so many happy, joyful tears!! The best day of my life!! The sister we conceived later that night will be applying to schools next year!

[Anonymous]

I was getting my first round of Botox.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:Nothing- as we didn't go that route and don't value it at all.
Supporting our public school, supporting teachers, programs, community- priceless.

Then why did you respond?