RinnaMooreUndone
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(a true incident as remembered as best under circumstances in which things happened; things said are word accurate, but i haven't much of a clue as to what were the thoughts of those involved)
Ever since my divorce and moving my son Richard and I to the mid CA community, I've felt the slight, sometimes outright jealousness and cattines of the other wives and moms. I realized from the first week that my blonde highlights, salon tan and petitie frame with 36C cleavage that instantly became the 1st bit of gossip about me ("are they or aren't they?" if you know what I mean and if you have to ask, don't). Not to mention my personality and higher fashion obsession. Yes, I could tell the other husbands were always trying to flirt with me, but I would never think of sleeping with them.
My son Richard was a brat about moving and hasn't stopped pouting essentially almost a year now. He seems to resent my popularity in the community and has made friends with boys who at his last school he called "dumb jocks". I won't allow him to bring the boys over - Bennet, Ryan, and Steve - because they seem crass and one time I caught Bennet, the one the others and Richard look up to - looking at my cleavage. Ever since these boys have let him hang around them, my son now wants to be called Ricky.
Anyway, I had organized a semi formal fundraising event that would benefit the community and as well as organizing almost everything, with the help of a dozen or so volunteers mostly being the other wives and a few students from Richard's school, producing it, I was also hosting. It was set to be a wonderful event and yes, I will admit, an important evening for my image beyond my beauty and style, but as potential to do a show - which is why I had made sure to invite the two men who produced the style segments from our local cable community channel.
So obviously, I was wanted to look my best. Elegant, sophisticated, confident, and just a little sexy. The week before the fundraiser when I was busier than ever and I will admit, having to be a bit bitchy to people involved in the community college theater stage where I decided would be best and so on, I needed Richard, I mean Ricky, to help with certain things and since I knew things would be done faster, allowed him to pick two of his friends to help. I should have said "Except Bennet" but didn't want to give him the notion that I couldn't stand him. The other boy was Steve. The point is, that's when my son and Bennet and Steve were around a lot, even dropping by the house but because of necessity. As the week was passing, I began to notice Bennet using his phone aimed at me as if trying not to have me notice. I certainly didn't want to have Bennet think he was tricking me and getting away with something, so when I asked what he was doing, I was surprised when he said, "Since you look really great this week, Ms M., I thought you'd want some 'behind the scenes' pics for whatever.' And when I was a bit bitchy by snipping at him "As in my personal paparazzi?" to embarrass him, he said yes, of course he would. With my son and Steve watching this little tiff, I had the last word by telling him, I would want to see the photos every day and have them downloaded to mine and erased from his.
These are a few leading up to the fundraiser. Try not to make a comment about the look I have on my face in the photo in the parking lot and I had on my white cashmere Gabbana sweater. The movers for the podium dropped it and Bennet took that without me knowing.
Ever since my divorce and moving my son Richard and I to the mid CA community, I've felt the slight, sometimes outright jealousness and cattines of the other wives and moms. I realized from the first week that my blonde highlights, salon tan and petitie frame with 36C cleavage that instantly became the 1st bit of gossip about me ("are they or aren't they?" if you know what I mean and if you have to ask, don't). Not to mention my personality and higher fashion obsession. Yes, I could tell the other husbands were always trying to flirt with me, but I would never think of sleeping with them.
My son Richard was a brat about moving and hasn't stopped pouting essentially almost a year now. He seems to resent my popularity in the community and has made friends with boys who at his last school he called "dumb jocks". I won't allow him to bring the boys over - Bennet, Ryan, and Steve - because they seem crass and one time I caught Bennet, the one the others and Richard look up to - looking at my cleavage. Ever since these boys have let him hang around them, my son now wants to be called Ricky.
Anyway, I had organized a semi formal fundraising event that would benefit the community and as well as organizing almost everything, with the help of a dozen or so volunteers mostly being the other wives and a few students from Richard's school, producing it, I was also hosting. It was set to be a wonderful event and yes, I will admit, an important evening for my image beyond my beauty and style, but as potential to do a show - which is why I had made sure to invite the two men who produced the style segments from our local cable community channel.
So obviously, I was wanted to look my best. Elegant, sophisticated, confident, and just a little sexy. The week before the fundraiser when I was busier than ever and I will admit, having to be a bit bitchy to people involved in the community college theater stage where I decided would be best and so on, I needed Richard, I mean Ricky, to help with certain things and since I knew things would be done faster, allowed him to pick two of his friends to help. I should have said "Except Bennet" but didn't want to give him the notion that I couldn't stand him. The other boy was Steve. The point is, that's when my son and Bennet and Steve were around a lot, even dropping by the house but because of necessity. As the week was passing, I began to notice Bennet using his phone aimed at me as if trying not to have me notice. I certainly didn't want to have Bennet think he was tricking me and getting away with something, so when I asked what he was doing, I was surprised when he said, "Since you look really great this week, Ms M., I thought you'd want some 'behind the scenes' pics for whatever.' And when I was a bit bitchy by snipping at him "As in my personal paparazzi?" to embarrass him, he said yes, of course he would. With my son and Steve watching this little tiff, I had the last word by telling him, I would want to see the photos every day and have them downloaded to mine and erased from his.
These are a few leading up to the fundraiser. Try not to make a comment about the look I have on my face in the photo in the parking lot and I had on my white cashmere Gabbana sweater. The movers for the podium dropped it and Bennet took that without me knowing.
