Am"BUSH"ed

Last week, I was called to sing a duet with a lady from church.  I agreed to do it.  I showed up to a baptism to practice, and the duet somehow managed to be a TRIO...the third person, one Bushy M.  I started to feel a bit panicked when I heard the news.  I wanted to figure out a way to drop out, but I just couldn't.

Tonight the event we were singing at rolled around.  I arrive with Whiskey (Whiskey was wearing 8 inch heels and skinny jeans...the pregnant hooch! haha) and I hear them singing, WITHOUT me.  I wanted them to just continue on without me, since I had no desire to sing with Bushy. 

We are on the program to sing first.  I enter the gym, and I see Whiskey sitting at a table awaiting me.  I join her.  Then Bushy joins us, too.  I was thinking right then and there, "BLACK SWAN! BLACK FREAKING SWAN!"  We sing, and then I'm forced to sit through a dinner with Bushy.  I'm sure we'll be blogging about that later, especially since I got some lovely pictures of so many people.

At a lull in the table, Bushy asks me, in front of everyone, "So, Fancy, what was your husband doing last night meeting with the stake president?"
Me: "Um, I didn't really didn't have a chance to talk to him.  Whiskey and I went to the temple." (I confess, this was a total lie, but she called me out, and I had to think fast!)
Bushy: "Well he said he didn't know why he was there, but then he seemed upset when he was leaving."
Me: "Oh, I really don't know.  Sorry."

What I should have said instead:

Possible Comment 1:  "Ya know what, it's none of your business!"
Possible Comment 2:  "Well I met w/ the stake president last night, too.  Did you want to ask about that as well?"
Possible Comment 3:  "Are you asking me out of concern or are you asking because you're freaking nosy?"
Possible Comment 4:  "Why do you think it's any of your business?"
Possible Comment 5-100:  "Hey Bushy, why do you have such crazy hair?  Have you ever thought to flat iron it?  Do you realize that my 73 year old mother dresses better and more up to date than you?  Have you ever considered being a giraffe for Halloween because you've sure got the neck for it?  Do you realize you are raising really disrespectful kids because you are nosy and disrespectful as is your husband?  Ya know last week, when your husband was trying to take a picture of my butt, that was really awkward and uncomfortable. Maybe he needs to be better satisfied, oh wait, you claim he is!  Do you have osteoporosis because you look like Quasimodo?"

Regardless, I really just strongly dislike/borderline hate Bushy.  I don't feel this way about very many people, but for some reason she just takes the cake.  I am typically not rude to people.  Yes, occasionally I can say something rude, but that's mainly aimed at my family or Carol.  I just don't understand why she feels that these things are her business.

I also realize that this is somewhat petty to blog about my arch nemesis.  However, I hate confrontation.  I still may send her an email or a Facebook message.  This is about the 4th or 5th thing she has done to rub me the wrong way.  Plus, she is passing off a recipe I GAVE HER as her own, which just pisses me off.  How dare you take credit for MY stuff?  What a hoe-bag!