Here's one from the twilight zone

I went to one of those "home parties" last night. You know the type, they sell stuff for MUCH, MUCH more than it's worth because people are making all sorts of commission and the host is getting all sorts of free stuff. I never have these parties, but I'm invited to quite a few and I go
just to be sociable. This one was held at a friends' house who just moved from across the street
to a wealthy town just a few miles from here. She has a lot of hoity toity friends but there are
a few who are down to earth and I like this couple so I went. So I listen, and laugh inside, at all
the posturing and bragging going on and think, "my gosh, it's amazing how much people worship
money." There was this one woman there who was talking over people and bragging all night.
She kept talking about her farm. I guess they have a country house upstate NY or something.
So she is gabbing away saying she'd love to have a girls' weekend there. After all she has 7 BEDROOMS YA KNOW. I'm thinking she may have been the owner of the Hummer parked out front. Anyhoo, just a little bit before I left, she is saying that she is having the latest in therapy for post traumatic stress done on her kids. It's the same type of thing they are using on Vietnam vets now. She says it's just SOOOOO exhausting and intense. Then someone asks her if something happened to her kids. She says,"yes, last summer,
my husband was on the tractor at our farm and it flipped over on him and crushed him and he died in my arms and the kids witnessed the whole thing." WHHHHAAAAATTTTT??? I looked
up from my overpriced jewelry catalog and all eyes were on her and the whole room went silent.
She has 13 year old twins and I think a younger kid too. She has just spent the whole night bragging and carrying on about her farm and how she has so much property at her home here too and HER HUSBAND DIED IN HER ARMS and THIS is what she still thinks is important.
Keeping up with, or rather, surpassing the Joneses. I drove all the way home shocked at how incredible this scene was. HOLY Toledo. I told Tim and said, "you should have heard how she
stated all this. So matter of factly, like she was talking about the weather." He said, "she's probably drugged up and having a good ol' time with the insurance money." Wow. I am still so
shocked by all this. I'd think she'd want to sell the farm and never go there again but no, she wants to get a girls' weekend party together. Let the wine flow and show off her country home to everyone. I don't get it. Anyway, on to superbowl. I don't watch too much of professional sports anymore but # 90 of the Packers graduated from good ol' Westwood High School here in our town. His family still lives here and his brother is a sophmore there now. They
had a rally in school the other day to root for him so let's go hometown boy. Go Packers!