Anonymous wrote:Not this thread again. 🤔
Anonymous wrote: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.
😂 This thread is fantastic. Helping me pass the time til March.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Checking the email/mailbox because I never went Ravenna. I waited to get an email or letter in the mail.
Yeah, Ravenna has taken some of the breathless anticipation out of the whole process.
Oh, I don’t know. I was useless the day acceptances were sent. Waiting breathlessly as I clicked on Ravenna repeatedly through the day.
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 wrote:I still remember:
Pre-K: It was a cold day. I lived in an apartment and the fat envelope was jammed inside the box. At first I thought it was a magazine, but when I pulled it out, I saw the logo of green children holding hands.
St. Albans: I was having a Christmas open house and my son ran out to get the mail for me. I was holding a tray of stuffed mushrooms when I saw the envelope in his hand...
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I was waiting by the front door of my significantly overleveraged house, which has 5 bedrooms in the 20016 zipcode but which has no furniture except in the front room in case someone visits. For the entire month of March, I had taken to wearing Depends Undergarments, so I could stand by the mailbox uninterrupted for the 12 hour window during which mail could conceivably be delivered. Each morning at 7 I donned a suitably WASPy Lilly Pulitzer dress so that if someone from Beauvoir had surveillance cameras on me, I looked appropriately attired for the big moment.
I walked out to the box and looked to see if any of my 20016 neighbors were watching me, and opened it. Inside I saw a fatish white envelope. My heart started to pound frantically, and I remember thinking, "I'm going to freaking ram this up the ass of the March of Dimes if this is some solicitation from them..."
There are some really good ones here...
I love this old thread and look forward to revisiting it every year.
But this one with the March of Dimes literally makes me laugh out loud every time I read it.
Me too. Come on people, we know some of you are out of your minds with stress today - give this thread a good read and learn to laugh at yourself a little. Believe me, if you do get in That School, you're going to need a sense of humor to endure some of it.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I was waiting by the front door of my significantly overleveraged house, which has 5 bedrooms in the 20016 zipcode but which has no furniture except in the front room in case someone visits. For the entire month of March, I had taken to wearing Depends Undergarments, so I could stand by the mailbox uninterrupted for the 12 hour window during which mail could conceivably be delivered. Each morning at 7 I donned a suitably WASPy Lilly Pulitzer dress so that if someone from Beauvoir had surveillance cameras on me, I looked appropriately attired for the big moment.
I walked out to the box and looked to see if any of my 20016 neighbors were watching me, and opened it. Inside I saw a fatish white envelope. My heart started to pound frantically, and I remember thinking, "I'm going to freaking ram this up the ass of the March of Dimes if this is some solicitation from them..."
There are some really good ones here...
I love this old thread and look forward to revisiting it every year.
But this one with the March of Dimes literally makes me laugh out loud every time I read it.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I was waiting by the front door of my significantly overleveraged house, which has 5 bedrooms in the 20016 zipcode but which has no furniture except in the front room in case someone visits. For the entire month of March, I had taken to wearing Depends Undergarments, so I could stand by the mailbox uninterrupted for the 12 hour window during which mail could conceivably be delivered. Each morning at 7 I donned a suitably WASPy Lilly Pulitzer dress so that if someone from Beauvoir had surveillance cameras on me, I looked appropriately attired for the big moment.
I walked out to the box and looked to see if any of my 20016 neighbors were watching me, and opened it. Inside I saw a fatish white envelope. My heart started to pound frantically, and I remember thinking, "I'm going to freaking ram this up the ass of the March of Dimes if this is some solicitation from them..."
There are some really good ones here...
I love this old thread and look forward to revisiting it every year.
But this one with the March of Dimes literally makes me laugh out loud every time I read it.