Well, that was interesting. I just sent out an Evite for a Valentine's Day "Dare to Dream" party my girlfriends and I are having at my chicka, Jackie's, salon on Augusta Road. I was thrilled that I could text the Evite to my girlies! Apparently, I sent it to the wrong number, what used to be my friend, Niki's number. So for the last 15 minutes some very Rouge necked woman/girl has called and cussed me out. The phone calls began with a rebel flag wearing gentleman telling me to stop texting his phone cause I had gottten he and his "girl into some s***". I, ofcourse, being the nice person that I am apologized and explained that it was evidently the wrong number. However, after the 5th phone, where I had enough and explained to the lady that this was an issue between she and her naty light drinking mate needed to resolve. I simply had the wrong number and she should stop being a redneck and start to trust her mate. As you may have guessed, that went over VERY well. So to the finalize this entry, I will qoute my husband "AWW, that poor bastard!"
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