What was Jenn thinking? I’m starting to get the feeling that she likes bitch slaps. And why wouldn’t she? Jenn won the first one.
Jenn posted a picture of her Christmas tree, which looked like mine, at first glance. But anyone could see that the free ornament that came with our National Lampoon’s Chrismas Vacaction DVD and the ornaments we made from toilet paper rolls were not the same as Jenn’s. Jenn’s Christmas tree has dough ornaments blah blah blah and snow babies whatever and themed yada yada yada. And so Jenn had to answer in Blogger Bitch Slap: Cheri versus Jenn. Jenn won, if you’re into tasteful decor and stuff. Cheri licked her wounds and then “rallied,” so to speak and as you shall see.
Bitch Slap 2:
Jenn has posted another picture. And because of it, Jenn and Cheri gotta go another round. No Jason, still no mud or bikinis. We’s old bitches, so mud and bikinis would not be a positive experience for anyone.
It all started when I asked Jenn to post a picture of the dress she wore to a recent Christmas party. A simple request, one would think. But did she do it? No. What did she do instead? Posted a photo of her toenails, that’s what. WTFrick? Her toenails? Did she do this to taunt me? Because I know there is a secret message just for me buried in every one of Jenn’s posts. She is code talking to me all the time. I’m sure of it. They make medication for people who think things like this, don’t they?
First my toe was red and infected, and I was suffering. Then my toe turned Elphaba green, and I was suffering. And then I had Papa Smurf blue toe when that smokin’ hawt doctor had to remove my toenail, and I was suffering except for the part about the hawt doctor. He removed the entire toenail. It hurt real bad. I couldn’t wear shoes for almost two weeks. And it rained. In Southern California. My feet were cold. All of the time. In Southern California. Fo’ realz.
So instead of a photo of Jenn in her Christmas party dress, she posted a photo of her Christmas party big toenail. Her big toenail, still attached to her toe, all pedicured and painted for Christmas. This isn’t even in secret code or anything. It’s pretty blatant that she’s talkin’ to me. Are you talkin’ to me? Medication time.
Jenn, Jenn, Jenn, Jenn, I see your Merry Christmas mistletoe- and snowflake- and holly-painted toenail and raise you one formerly red, green, and blue toenail-less toe, now with a custom rally racing stripe. Unless you’re Deb or kcinnova or my brother-in-law, do not click on the photo for a close-up.
I think we all agree the score is now:
Jenn – 1, Cheri – 1.
P.S. From one San Diego Blog Bitch to another, it must be said: Cute shoes, Jenn!