I don’t know if it is just in my neck of the woods, but today has been extremely difficult. But before I whine about that, I wanted to let you know the RHONY reunion began early this morning and it seems that everyone is dreading it. You can tell in the photo above that Ramona posted, she has her runway crazy eyes before she even gets there.
Bethenny tweeted “It’s every man for himself.” Luann asks for our best wishes before she entered the lions den. This reunion is going to be a shit storm because Bethenny hates pretty much everyone except for Carole. And Carole either hates or feels superior to everyone that is not Bethenny. I’m telling you this is not going to be pretty.
This is the seating chart floating around on Twitter. It looks a bit odd to me with the random photos of various sizes stuck on. And I don’t believe for a second that Bethenny will not insist that Carole sits next to her. I do LOVE that Luann is first chair of the left couch. If this is the final seating chart, it gives us some useful information.
I am curious if anyone else is having the day from hell. I left the house with plenty of time to get my stuff done. Step One go to Publix and buy an orchid for my banker who helped me incorporate. Ghetto Publix has gorgeous orchid for $15 bucks. #AffordableLuxury. It was the middle of the day on a Wednesday, yet it was a zoo. only two lines open six people deep. Each had some sort of cash register issue happening. I finally give up my place to try customer service and finally escape.
At a dead standstill.
One of the main through streets was blocked by construction. I am boxed in and can’t get out if I wanted to. Cue claustrophic anxiety. I am headed to the FedEx to pick up a small print job I need for the first bank. There is ZERO forward progess. This is the street FedEx is on there is no alternate route. It’s hot as fuck. I am worried the orchid is going to die. It is now almost 3 pm and the bank closes at four. The idiots at FedEx were unable to open a PDF file. It took. I ask her to just forward the file to my banker. For the first time in my life I have road rage. The banker has no problem printing out the files when I get there just before four. I use the files to open my business account. The account lady was very nice. Very nice. like perky. Like would not stop talking. I have been in a full blown panic attack since the construction delay. I’m sweating like a pig, panting and pressing my hand on my heart to hold it into my chest. It’s not pretty. The bank closes and still… the perkiness.
I’m thanking the president of the entire bank for all of his help looking like the insane fat woman I am. I’m trying not to cry. I’m trying to make the appropriate face. I do not know what the appropriate face is. The nice woman was so nice because I was escorted by the president of the bank to her office. Then I have actual bank transactions I need to do on my personal account. Then the president introduces me to the bank manager as if I am Rockefeller. I’m out by 4:30. Then I have to race to my other bank to be there before they close at five. Trust and believe this is all way worse than it sounds.
So I’m taking a survey. How was your day? Is it just me or is there some cosmic force working against us? Will we have our first reunion homicide today? Talk to me people.