Three Out Of Four Ain’t Bad
Sunday, June 20th, 2010When we moved into a new neighborhood, I was pleased to find new friends almost immediately. Our new home and neighborhood are wonderful. It seemed like a very friendly community. Jen is down the block, Marcia is next door, and Lisa is around the corner. I was invited to join them for morning coffee during my first week there.
Our kids and dogs seem to get along fine. Our friendship seems to be based on that. We take our pups out for morning walks together. We have play dates for for our kids. Why did I ever offer to sell them products from herbalifeline?
Things became annoying after that. All my new friends gave me an order for cleaning products. Lisa bought shampoo and conditioner and toothpaste. Marcia ordered lipstick and blush in addition cleaning compounds.
I use the cleaning products myself and do like them. Marcia hated them. They didn’t get rid of soap scum as well as her usual product. They didn’t get the black marks off her linoleum. They didn’t even clean her dishes adequately. I offered her money back but she said she couldn’t do that to a good friend.
OMG, how I wish she would. She continued to gripe until the bottles were empty. Then after apologizing, she bought her old brands. I was not going to see my family starve because of her lack of ordering so that was fine.
Often, after our morning coffee gathering, I feel like putting on my black helmet and riding to some remote spot and screaming a primal scream. One day I mentioned it and OMG, she was going to ride out with me. End of that idea.
The other two friends could barely keep a straight face. I would have loved to take my schwinn mountain bike out for a ride with them. But I wasn’t willing to with Marcia. I would wait and ride with my kids after school.
But, when it comes to Lisa, I can barely get through our morning coffee break without being frustrated. I even find myself reaching for another doughnut after a chat with her. Her kids are perfect (ours are not). Her husband is a prince (a prince who is nagged constantly) and of course, her dog is a purebred.
The final consensus in this situation is that I love our new home and most of our neighbors. I consider my own kids and dog to be the best of the bunch. I refrain from bragging about them though. I also do not belittle anyone else’s kids by acting superior.