When my husband tossed a crumpled $50 bill on the counter and smugly told me to “make a lavish Christmas dinner” for his family, I knew I had two choices: crumble under the weight of his insult or turn the tables in a way he’d never forget. Guess which one I picked?
Every year, my husband Greg insists we host Christmas dinner for his family, which is fine except for the part where he treats it like some royal command rather than a joint effort.
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This year, though, he outdid himself, reducing my work and care to a single dismissive gesture. At that point, I decided I wasn’t just going to cook.
I was going to ensure he learned a lesson he’d never forget.
It all started last week when Greg and I were standing in the kitchen, debating the plans for Christmas dinner. Or, more accurately, I was trying to discuss them while Greg was half-listening, scrolling through his phone.
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“We’ll need to plan the menu soon,” I said. “Your family usually expects a full spread, and I want to make sure we have time to get everything.”
Greg looked up, then casually pulled out his wallet, fished out a crumpled $50 bill, and tossed it onto the counter.
“Here,” he said, smirking. “Make a proper Christmas dinner. Don’t embarrass me in front of my family.”
I stared at the bill, then at him, trying to process what I’d just heard.
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“Greg, this won’t even cover a turkey, let alone a whole dinner for eight people,” I said.
He shrugged, leaning casually against the fridge. “My mom ALWAYS managed. Be resourceful, Claire. If you’re not up for it, just say so. But I’ll have to tell my family not to expect much. Wouldn’t want them to think you’re… incapable.”
Ah, yes. His mother, Linda. The ever-perfect matriarch who could apparently conjure feasts out of thin air.
If I had a dollar for every time Greg compared me to her, I’d be a millionaire by now.
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I clenched my fists under the counter. The old me, the one who might have swallowed my frustration, was long gone.
Instead, I forced a sweet smile and said, “Don’t worry, Greg. I’ll make it work.”
For the next few days, I played the role of the dutiful wife, letting Greg think I was stretching that $50 to its absolute limit.
Every time he came into the kitchen, I’d casually mention clipping coupons or scouring sales, just to keep him off my trail.
Little did he know, I was planning something far more extravagant.
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Using the emergency stash I’d built over the years, I decided to create a Christmas dinner, unlike anything his family had ever seen.
But this wasn’t about impressing his relatives. It was about showing Greg that I wasn’t someone he could dismiss with a crumpled bill and a condescending comment.
By the end of the week, I had everything planned.
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The menu was set, the decorations were on their way, and the catering team I’d secretly hired was ready to transform our home into a holiday masterpiece. Greg had no idea what was coming, and I couldn’t wait to see his face when he realized just how “resourceful” I could be.
Christmas Day arrived, and with it, the culmination of my plan.
The house looked nothing short of magical. Garlands of twinkling lights adorned the walls, and the dining table was dressed in an elegant gold and red theme.
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Even the air smelled festive, thanks to the combination of freshly baked rolls, roasted turkey, and honey-glazed ham wafting from the kitchen.
Greg, blissfully unaware of how far I’d gone, strolled into the dining room just as I was adjusting the last plate. His eyes widened as he took in the scene.
“Wow, Claire,” he said, clearly impressed. “I didn’t think you had it in you. Guess my $50 really worked wonders, huh?”
“Oh, just wait, Greg. Tonight’s going to be unforgettable,” I said, straightening a napkin. “I won’t embarrass you in front of your family.”
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Soon, his family began to arrive.
As always, Linda was the first to step through the door, impeccably dressed and scanning the room with a critical eye. She walked into the dining room and froze.
“Claire,” she said. “This… this looks like it cost a fortune. You didn’t overspend, did you?”
Before I could answer, Greg puffed up his chest and replied, “Not at all, Mom! Claire’s learning to be resourceful. Just like you taught me.”
Oh, Greg, I thought. You poor, oblivious man.
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Linda raised an eyebrow but let it slide. Meanwhile, the rest of the family trickled in, and showered me with compliments.
“This is amazing,” Greg’s brother said, marveling at the spread. “How’d you pull this off?”
“Claire has a talent for making the impossible happen,” Greg said with a self-satisfied grin, clearly basking in the glory of my hard work.
Dinner went off without a hitch. Every dish was a hit, and Greg’s family couldn’t stop singing my praises.
But I wasn’t done yet.
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When it was time for dessert, I brought out a triple-layer chocolate cake adorned with edible gold flakes, courtesy of the fanciest bakery in town. Gasps of delight filled the room as I placed it on the table.
As everyone reached for their plates, I stood up, holding my wine glass.
“Before we dig into dessert, I just want to say how much it means to Greg and me to host you all tonight,” I began, smiling at the curious faces around the table.
Greg raised his glass in a mock toast, clearly relishing the spotlight.
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“And,” I continued, “I have to give a special thank you to Greg. Without his generous contribution of $50, none of this would’ve been possible.”
The room fell silent.
Linda’s fork paused mid-air.
“Fifty dollars?” she echoed.
“Oh yes,” I said sweetly, turning to Greg. “When I asked about the budget for this dinner, Greg handed me a crumpled $50 bill and told me to ‘be resourceful.’ So I took that to heart.”
Greg’s face turned a deep shade of red as his brothers snickered.
Meanwhile, his father shook his head and muttered, “Unbelievable.”
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“Of course,” I added, “this dinner cost a little more than $50. About $750, actually. I used my personal savings to make sure everything was perfect since I wouldn’t want Greg’s family to feel embarrassed.”
Greg’s jaw dropped as he looked at me with wide eyes. Linda shot him a look of pure disappointment, the kind that could wilt flowers.
“Seven hundred and fifty dollars?” she repeated, her voice sharp. “Gregory, is this true? You handed Claire fifty dollars to feed all of us?”
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“I… I thought she could handle it,” Greg stammered. “I didn’t mean—”
“Oh, he meant it,” I interjected smoothly. “Greg has this charming habit of throwing challenges my way. This one just happened to include a crumpled fifty and the expectation that I work miracles. Isn’t that just amazing?”
Greg’s face flushed a deep crimson as he tried to regain control of the situation.
“Claire, can I talk to you? In private,” he hissed.
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“No need, Greg,” I said, raising my voice just enough to be heard. “Let’s keep everything out in the open. After all, your family deserves to know how you treat your wife during the holidays.”
Linda shook her head in disapproval. “Gregory, I raised you better than this. How could you put Claire in such an impossible position? Honestly, I’m embarrassed for you. So embarrassed.”
Greg’s attempt to defend himself fell flat. “I… I just thought—”
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“Don’t strain yourself, dear,” I interrupted. “You’ve made your thoughts about me and my capabilities perfectly clear. But since we’re all about transparency tonight, I have one more little surprise.”
I reached under the table and pulled out an envelope, sliding it across to Greg. He eyed it suspiciously before opening it.
The color drained from his face as he read the receipt inside.
“What… what is this?” he stammered, though he already knew the answer.
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“Oh, just a little Christmas gift I bought for myself,” I said brightly. “It’s a weekend spa retreat. Consider it my reward for pulling off this ‘lavish’ dinner on your generous budget.”
Greg’s brothers erupted into laughter, one of them slapping the table in delight. His father, normally a man of few words, muttered, “Serves you right.”
“You can handle the cleanup tonight, Greg,” I added, leaning back in my chair with a satisfied smile. “Think of it as your contribution to this year’s Christmas.”
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Linda didn’t say another word, but her expression said it all. She looked at Greg as though he’d personally let her down, which, frankly, was the cherry on top of the evening for me.
As the meal wound down, I let myself enjoy the cake with his family while Greg sulked in the kitchen, scrubbing dishes.
And that spa retreat? I’d already booked it for New Year’s weekend. Greg wouldn’t be joining me. Not this time, and not ever again if I could help it.
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Lottie Moss had to rush to the hospital after accidentally taking too much Ozempic. The model shared that she experienced severe side effects from the drug, even though she only weighs about 9 stone.
Lottie Moss had to go to the hospital after taking too much Ozempic, which a friend had obtained from a doctor without a prescription.
The 26-year-old model became very ill, having a seizure and severe dehydration, even though she weighed about 60kg (9 stone). She said she would rather “die” than use Ozempic again. The drug is intended for people with obesity or diabetes and is currently in short supply worldwide.
Lottie Moss’s sister is Kate Moss, a famous supermodel known for her slim figure in the 1990s and her famous quote, “nothing tastes as good as skinny feels.”
Lottie described her seizure, which happened because of severe dehydration, as one of the scariest things she’s ever experienced. She said her face and hands clenching up was terrifying.
She mentioned that she wished she had known more before using Ozempic, and her weight dropped to around 53kg in a few weeks. After seeing doctors, she learned that the dosage she was using was meant for someone weighing at least 100 kilos, which is almost double her weight.
Lottie Moss has admitted to taking Ozempic and says she would rather ‘die’ than use it again
Lottie Moss explained that a few months ago, she wasn’t happy with her weight and had a friend who could get her Ozempic, but not through a proper medical channel. She didn’t go to a doctor for a proper prescription, check-ups, or tests, which are necessary when using a medication like Ozempic.
She said, “It’s a medication, and it’s dangerous. It’s meant for people with much larger body sizes. The dose I was using was for people who weigh 100 kilos or more, while I was in the 50s range.”
Lottie wished she had known more before taking it and now regrets her decision. She injected it into her leg and said it was the worst choice she ever made.
She shared a warning to others, saying, “If you’re thinking about taking it, don’t. It’s not worth it.”
On her podcast, Dream On, Lottie described the severe side effects she experienced, such as vomiting, a loss of color in her face, and a dramatic drop in weight. Before taking Ozempic, she weighed around 60 kilos, dropped to 57 kilos after the first dose, and reached a low of 53 kilos, which is just over eight stone.
Lottie Moss said she would rather not take Ozempic again, as it made her feel extremely nauseous.
She used it for two weeks, taking injections with a pen. Each week she had to take a new dose, and she felt sicker than she ever had before. She started with a lower dose but moved to a higher one, and ended up being bedridden for two days because she felt so ill and lost weight rapidly.
She began at about 60 kilos and dropped to 57 with the first dose, then to 54, and her lowest weight was 53 kilos. She described this rapid weight loss as unhealthy.
During those two days in bed, she wanted to stop taking the medication, but since it’s not like a pill you can just skip, it was already in her system and hard to stop. She even told her friend she couldn’t keep any food or water down and needed to go to the hospital because she felt so sick.
After being rushed to the emergency room, Lottie had a seizure because of severe dehydration. She described the experience as “horrible,” with her close friend having to hold her feet down while she contorted on the hospital floor.
Lottie, known from Celebs Go Dating, said the nurse was shocked when she learned the high dose of Ozempic Lottie had been taking and how much weight she had lost in just a short time.
She explained, “We went to the ER at 3 a.m., and when we told the nurse about the dose I was taking, she was horrified and said it was far too much. She also asked about my weight loss, and when I told her, she sent me straight to the emergency room, where I was wheeled through the hospital.”
Lottie added that she felt extremely sick and almost passed out when she went to the bathroom. Once she was in the examination room, she had a seizure due to dehydration, which she described as one of the scariest experiences of her life. Her friend Reece had to hold her feet down, and she felt her body and hands clenching up uncontrollably, making the situation terrifying and painful.
Lottie has talked before about how difficult it was growing up in the “toxic” fashion industry and her time in rehab for drug addiction.
She started modeling at 16 after being discovered when she was 13. She said she always felt like she was living in the shadow of her sister, Kate.
Lottie Moss has shared that she faced harsh criticism for eating on set during fashion shoots and was told by her modeling agency that she needed a 23-inch waist to walk in runway shows. She was traumatized by comments about her body and being called names like “the ham and cheese sandwich girl.” She feels lucky not to have developed an eating disorder.
Kate Moss, Lottie’s sister, was known in the 90s for the “heroin chic” look, which emphasized being extremely thin. She now regrets the phrase “nothing tastes as good as skinny feels,” and has talked about the negative comments she received from parents about their daughters having eating disorders.
Lottie believes that with the rise of Ozempic, a drug popularized by celebrities for weight loss, the harmful “heroin chic” trend is making a troubling comeback. She wants to use her experience to warn others, saying that Ozempic is meant for diabetes, not weight loss.
Lottie expressed concern that the media’s focus on extreme weight loss is harmful, especially for people with eating disorders or those struggling with their weight. She noted that the body positivity movement, which celebrated diverse body types and curvier figures, seems to be disappearing in favor of the old “heroin chic” trend. She encourages everyone to appreciate their body as it is and avoid extreme measures that could harm their health.
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