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.
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.
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.
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
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 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 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: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 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!
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.