Oh, this btch.
OK, so, she hasn't been quite so bad with me. Apparently all the short answers and continual backing away from her finally sunk in, and she's been better.
But. For the moment, the sopranos sit in two rows in the choir loft, one behind the other. I'm in the first row on the end, then GoodSoprano (a friend of mine), then New Girl, then a couple incidental sopranos.
So we're all sitting down before Mass, and New Girl hands GoodSoprano a card. A handmade card. It's all pink and crafty and sht, and on the outside it says "Thinking of You", and on the inside New Girl has written, "I'd like to discuss the tension I feel between us."
! !!! WTF is that, yo.
GoodSoprano says, "Well, this is awkward. And a little passive-aggressive." To New Girl's face. (Which is why I love her.)
New Girl's all, "I'm not a passive-aggressive person."
GS: "Um, but this *is* passive-aggressive. There isn't any tension. I don't know what you're talking about."
NG: "Oh, good. Can we be Facebook friends?!"
Which GS couldn't think of a way to get out of, so she friended her. And then NG tried to friend the rest of us, which prompted me to wonder why there isn't a FB button for "Kill it with fire" or "Are you fcking kidding me? No. Never." when you get a friend request.
GayH was all, "What do we say if she asks us why we didn't friend her?" and we decided on "I only friend people I'm friends with in real life." which should take a minute to come across as an insult, we figure.
Good Lord, this woman. Take a hint. Not everyone in the world is going to be your friend, and lady, you're twice our age! (Well, OK, twice everyone else's age. I'm old. But she's in her mid-fifties, so she's old enough to be my mother, too.) You shouldn't want to be friends with us!