This is N1 here, and I am prefacing this post to let you all know that I absolutely cannot stand Bushy M. I want to rip her face off and feed it to my cats. Rarely have I felt such disdain for one of God's creatures, but she must be the spawn of Satan because she is definitely NOT a good person. Hey N2, if you want to see a LOOK AT ME, look no further than Bushy M.
N2--I know, I'm her visiting teaching companion. Trust me, she makes me look horrible. She intentionally makes me look like crap in front of everyone we visit teach and people in Relief Society. Let's not mention that I teach her crappy little kids in my Sunday School class, and I hate them. Talk about the spawn of Satan, those kids wreak of Holier Than Thou.
How we arrived at the name of the Bushy. This story also takes place at the cookie swap, but we just need to complain about this bitch for a while.
N1's encounters began at church choir practice. N1 was forced to have to play the piano for the choir, despite having a tremendously full schedule and no time to even practice. N1 spent a particularly embarrassing Sunday evening trying to play a song for the choir, when out of the blue Bushy decides she's going to just try it out. Bushy sat down and plunked it out perfectly. N1 had to just take a step outside as to not cry from the humiliation. Bushy just basked in her glorious musical talent, meanwhile N1 was shooting daggers at her, and if she had real daggers, she probably would have knifed her right then and there at the piano. It was just outright ridiculous the treatment that N1 was receiving.
Oh my gosh, the story continues at the cookie swap. So go to the next post...it won't disappoint!
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