In my last post I talked about real estate. My father, who always sends me emails or texts after a post to prove he is reading the blog (thanks dad!), told me that he prefers when I write about the crazy moms at school or the weird people I come across. I think he is just bitter that the house his wife bought 40 years ago for around $30,000 is only worth around $700,000 on the extreme high end now. 🙂

But since I want to please my audience, I will write today about the weird lady I met at a party a couple weeks ago. In addition to a bunch of other crazy actions, she insisted everyone touch her boobs. I hope you enjoy reading about her and her boobs, dad. 🙂

It started innocent enough. We were both dropping off our kids at a birthday party and started chatting. She seemed so nice. And normal. And while she is still nice, she is not normal. At least not AZ level of normal. Here is some of the stuff she said/did:

1 – She only throws her daughters a birthday party every other year, because at $8000 per party, that’s what makes the most sense.

2 – She is CONSTANTLY invited to parties by Rodman (Dennis to those of you not in the know), but she doesn’t go because her friends are NFL players. She didn’t say if she was invited to his wedding though.

3 – She is convinced her next door neighbor hangs out in his bathroom, so he can film her in the backyard.

4 – She was upset because her filler lady (i.e., botox and other stuff that I am not knowledgable about) had to cancel her appointment that day. As did her pedicure person and her fake eyelash person.

5 – Luckily, the filler lady was able to see her later. And rather then leave the party, she just invited the filler lady to come to the party house. Without checking with the hostess to see if it was okay. And then the filler lady starts unpacking her needles and what not in the middle of 7 year olds birthday party. The hostess had to tell them that the girls seeing it wasn’t a good idea and to please go into the bedroom. In the moms defense though, she did offer the hostess the use of the filler lady.

6. After the filler lady left, she started talking about all the work she had done. And showing it off. Which is when she lifted up her shirt to show her braless boobs. And encouraged (and by encouraged I mean tried to force) all the moms to touch them. Luckily I had already left so I didn’t need to see or touch them. Which I am sure makes you happy to know, dad. 🙂

A few other things happened, but I haven’t gotten the whole story yet. And I am not sure if I am brave enough too. 🙂 But if I do, I am prepared with the perfect food to accompany the convo. It works for breakfast, snack or dessert so we are set to gossip all day. 🙂 It’s a Berry Chocolate Pastry. There are recipes for this all over Pinterest. They normally involve using refrigerated croissant dough. But I didn’t have croissant dough, I had a dough sheet.

I think this was better because it was easier. Instead of trying to spoon filling into a bunch of croissants and rolling them, I was able to just spread out the cream cheese, top it with the fillings and roll just once.

I also rolled in from both sides instead of making just one big jelly roll, because I thought it would make it easier to cut and control the amount of filling again. And it was.

Perfect amount of cream cheese, berries and chocolate chips in every bite. Can’t wait to gossip and eat!