I'm having a beer and it's not even 4:30. It's been a completely over the top day. Starting with Jim's secretary. She really got my back up. I was seething by 9:00am. I cannot have a conversation with that woman without going ballistic. She started questioning me about the printing process. Telling me, "There is too time to add the gold back in."

The invitation was already rolling off the press. So I said, "Unless you want to stop the press, no, there isn't time to add the gold back in."

Don't you think? Isn't she annoying? Why is Jim's secretary questioning my 18 years of experience?

I didn't blow up on her, but I did after I hung up the phone. Since then, my whole day has been a catastrophe. Ellen, why I do this to myself?

Then there's Cynthia. My God, have I told you about Cynthia? Last week she started telling me that my daughter was born with blue eyes. Bella was not born with blue eyes. Shouldn't I know? I mean, COME ON! This woman is deliberately picking a fight with me. Don't you think? What should I do?

I dug into Bella's birth photographs, in case I was losing my mind. Right out of the womb, Bella had brown eyes and brown hair.

She calls me up today about a birthday party and, course, she has to bring up the blue eyes bit, 'Still think your daughter was born with brown eyes?'

I am furious at this point. I don't even know what to say to her. Why does she PRESUME that I do not recall the color of my daughter's eyes when she was born? Don't you find this odd? That she is completely out of line? What should I do?

I'm part of this woman's carpool. She's picking up my daughter for school in the morning.

I don't think I want her driving Bella around.