"Oh please - you can miss me with the cumbia bullshit - when you were in labor I helped your ass deliver your son - now you wanna act like you don't know who the fuck I am!" I snapped..."Yes Mary - you certainly did help me - here's a gift certificate to the Classic Nails and Day Spa at Trumbull Mall to repay you for your kindness..." Beautiee said as she handed me an envelope... "Are we done now - or is there something else we need to discuss?""Well - now that you mention it - why were you so adamant that I couldn't be invited to your baby shower?""I'm so glad you asked me that..." Beautiee said as she picked up a corn muffin, buttered it, and started eating it... "Our friends are throwing us a baby shower to celebrate the birth of our son - they're not throwing us a celebration of baby mommas - personally - I'd rather not have a shower to celebrate the fact that we both have a child with my husband - what would we be doing anyway - taking a trip down memory lane - comparing notes as to who sucked my husband's dick the longest?"