I live in a town where all the women are stick-thin and blonde; the man's car of choice is a BMW and roadside trash is empty bottles of Moët and empty packages of Dexatrim. I myself am from a proud stock, well educated and staunchly "blonde-by-choice". The town of Tiny Mind is wonderful and as for my mind, well I am very satisfied with its size. Many citizens of surrounding towns have not-so-nice nicknames for us. But I believe this is because they envy our socio-economic position. After all, who wouldn't want our lives? We look rich, we act rich and we're beautiful. Not many town beaches can boast that they are chock-full of bikini clad yummy-mommies!
Speaking of yummy, we also have an award-winning espresso bar in town. They serve th-e-e-e best steamed, fat-free milk, triple caffeinated, espresso. The baristas are hunks and we sneak away every chance we can to drink-up the best looking views in town. Oh yes, and we never, never, never bring our children. We save our obligatory daily outing with our children for the bagel shop. The properiter is just so-o-o-o-o sweet! He doesn't mind at all that our children throw food, scream and run around. This is a life saver on rainy days! For our little ones, it's an extra gym class! Thankfully our nannies and au pairs take care of attending that germ festival. As much as we would like to go with them to Gymmy-Gym day we just find it impossible. We are exceptionally busy women. We spend tremendous amounts of our day working out, tanning, at mani-pedi appointments and garment shopping. Every day is exhausting, but we never complain and we never tire of our regiment. After all, one never knows when they might be "on the market" again. It's a heavy cross to bear.
Speaking of on the market, some of the homes in our town are amazing. In fact, a neighbor just finished a "to die for" project. I have a feeling that she drew her creative inspiration from Disney's Beach and Yacht Club. The house is traditionally New England-ish and boasts a lighthouse detail that just screams – coastal! Her architect is now "in demand". I am just so happy for her. She furnished it completely via catalog. It's totally Pottery Barn and Frontgate! As I said, I am just so happy for her. Our book group was her cornerstone of support during her renovation. We were there for her every step of the way. That's just the kind of friends we are. We might not really be a book group. I mean, we pick books but we don't really read them. We're too busy for that. Usually we just discuss the cover and the flap inside. I mean if you read the flap, you know the whole story. Once in a while I might squeeze in enough time to read the last page. It's a trick I learned early on. Everyone then thinks you read the book and they "o-o-o-h" and "a-h-h-h" over your time management abilities. Oh! Perhaps I shouldn't have told you that because now my secret's out. Let's just keep it between us.
I must run, busy, busy you know. TTYL