The Pigeon...is going down.

Hi....It's me Annie Grace................
Here is The Pigeon aka June Cleaver. Drinking coffee from her latest fashionable rubber gloves.

I feel compelled to send out a warning to her. I am sure she has no idea.
I listen to all the conversations that are constant here in this house. The cell phone is always in use and I have no choice but to overhear. I HEAR that The Pigeon sent one of those emails that if you send it to 5 people your luck will come around IF you send it to 10 people the world will offer you everything, you will be rich, happy, beautiful and won't need Expensive GNP. So, The Lady sent out 206 emails knowing that if she did...UPS would arrive with a monstrous package from Sephora, a new car would arrive with a navigation system and Bloomingdales would sent a private car to pick her up. She even sent the email to The NJ Waif....wanting her to share in all the good fortune too. They can take the private car to Bloomingdales together and try on 8,000 outfits. How fun!!! So,they wait..and wait....for the proper allotted time. They wait....and wait....calling each other every 2 1/2 minutes. Nothing! So in good humor The Lady calls The Pigeon saying "how funny..nothing happened". Without skipping a beat The Pigeon said " really! I got a job offer from one of the companies that I have been hoping for, in my allotted time frame." There was an icy silence burning the cell phone lines.
The Lady hung up and called The NJ Waif...within seconds they were plotting. They continue to plot. ALL THE TIME! They went to Bloomingdales anyway, in a regular car, with their own gas...no private driver and were very selective over their spending. They plotted the whole way and the whole way back. The Pigeon is going down! I am hearing a scuttlebutt revolving around The Annual Ornament Exchange (remember, the party of the year in which The Crown is passed on). They are going to bring her down. Oh my! I truly hope The Pigeon is already shopping for "The Ornament" to win the Sacred Crown...to acquire it from The Tomato Picker..... It is going to get ugly.