Butting Heads with Phaedra

Welcome back! I hope everyone had a wonderful Thanksgiving! I enjoyed spending some well needed quality time my family, and catching up with friends. We all have much to be thankful for and should never take our blessings for granted.

"Not what we say about our blessings, but how we use them, is the true measure of our thanksgiving." - W.T. Purkiser

BUTT DIAL 411?
 
Phaedra and I have only known each other a couple of years, and we came into this beautiful bevy of women around the same time. We have continuously maintained a cordial relationship, and have always treated each other with kindness. We support each other’s events, socialize in some of the same circles, exchange pleasantries on the phone occasionally, and even share our friend Pastor Pollard in common. Bosom buddies? No. Cool with each other? Absolutely!
 
With that said, I was a little surprised to hear Phaedra's commentary when NeNe played the BUTT dial for me that day at lunch. I felt that Phaedra's tone was caviler, and her choice of words stung me like a bug bite from out of nowhere. Again, I don't claim to be Phaedra's best friend or anything, BUTT what I do claim is that I always make every effort to support "All Things Phaedra." When I am invited to her extravagant affairs (regardless if the invite is heartfelt), out of respect my BUTT is always the first one there. Sometimes, my BUTT is the only one there (from this group of ladies) to support her. Phaedra knows that she can always depend on me to show up, show up on time, and not show out! Do I deserve a medal? No, BUTT I do deserve for Phaedra to at least give a fu-- (excuse my spelling) that I do come and support!
 
The Lord works in mysterious ways! Now I realize that Phaedra obviously had no intention for any of this information to somehow miraculously fall into my lap and end up biting her on her donkey BUTT! (Or titty in this particular case.) Everybody knows that everything happens for a reason, and there is no such thing as a coincidence. My hand delivered BUTT-o-gram had travelled a lot of curious roads and had taken lots of interesting turns before it would eventually end up in my hands.

Let's redial:

BOOTY CALL!
Phaedra exchanges numbers with a friend of NeNe's.
Phaedra BUTT dials NeNe's friend.
Phaedra has random conversation where my name comes up.
NeNe's friend mentions the BUTT dial to NeNe.
NeNe's friend sends the BUTT dial to NeNe.
NeNe meets me for lunch.
NeNe plays the BUTT dial for me.

As my friend, of course I would expect NeNe to pass this information on to me, regardless of how I decided to deal with it. I would have done the same for her. NeNe knows that I am a regular at Phaedra's events, so it was good for me to know that she felt this way. I was never angry at Phaedra about the BUTT dial, BUTT I did want to talk to her about it, because I felt like she didn't value my support. Also I wanted her to know that I knew she felt this way, because I was already starting to feel funny about attending her upcoming events. Since this was the first time we BUTTed heads, I thought she deserved to know why my BUTT was all of a sudden on ice. No drama, big girl style. The two of us would sit our BUTTS down with a cocktail and talk. This was the perfect opportunity for Phaedra to fess up, apologize, and walk her donkey booty off into the sunset. Was I bugging? Or did this chick really bug out on me!?

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Cynthia Bailey

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