Our word of the day: envy.
At 9:30 this morning Kat suggested we go to our local coffee shop for drinks (coffee for me, mocha for her). I said that sounds great.
At 11:30 this morning I suggested perhaps we should just go there for lunch.
It's amazing how much longer everything takes now.
Anyway, we still had a good time on our family outing. And at least we got there before dinner.
She hears the talking but doesn't take it seriously. Just grown women acting childishly. Embarrassing, really, the type of behaviour that springs from envy. Or is it jealousy?
Not that it matters at all. The boys in the office still call. One man or another is always there to catch her should she fall. Let those hens peck about in the mud, let them crawl while she stands tall.
Sure, it's mean-spirited and hurtful what they say. But she won't let it ruin her day, all those silly games they play. She'll keep rising to new heights by doing things her way. They're just on the bottom rung, and that's where they'll stay.
It's so petty, those comments they make. I mean, honestly, for goodness' sake! Who really cares if her tits are fake?