Scorned

Last week, as I was picking up my children from their elementary school, I ran into a friend/neighbor who asked if my two girls could accompany both herself and her similarly aged daughters to the park to play and to ride on the carousel.

At the time, I thought this sounded like a marvelous idea. After all, our girls enjoy being together and it's always fun to ride on a carousel horse, right?

Later that afternoon, I was a little surprised to learn that some of the other moms/neighbors had all met up and caravaned to the park together. For some reason, I had assumed that it was just my friend and the girls who were going to the park. I didn't realize that Rhoda, Jennifer, Cassy and Jen would be there too!

I have to tell ya, I felt just a little bit hurt. I mean, c'mon now, why hadn't I been invited?

Then I became angry.

How dare those snooty toot church/neighbor ladies exclude me? Who in the hell do they think they are anyway? Pfft! I know how to whoop it up and have fun too you know. Just ask my real friends. They'll tell you how funny and sweet and wonderful I am.

It's now several days later, and I still I don't know why those ladies chose to exclude me. Maybe it was an oversight? Or maybe I'm not nearly as much fun to be around as I think I am?

...all I know, is that it sucks to be a woman scorned.

It really, really sucks.