and it's a real confession. there's a mom at school that i don't like. it started when i would see her walking her girls into class every morning. the girls were dressed in the most outrageous, trendy outfits. a different one every day. you remember hot pink fur, and cheetah fur trimming hot pink leather, and fur trimmed leather uggs, and on and on. the mom dresses just as trendy with her amazon self and it's like watching kimora take her kids to school.
then it continued with her gigantic cadillac escalade. she peals into the parking lot with 2 minutes until the late bell rings, turns in front of people without any care for the right of way, parks in the grass and stilettos (see how i made a verb out of it) her way into the school with no care for anyone else or the fact that her girls need ample time to prepare for class before the bell rings, then she comes back out, climbs back into her monstrosity and backs out without looking to see if anyone is behind her. her over-inflated sense of self-entitlement makes me fume.
did i mention the limo that picks up all the kids in her daughters' classes when one of them has a birthday?
and here we sit, with our peanut butter and jelly and 1/4 tank of gas because the mortgage is due this week. i don't want to be her. i don't want people hating me because i've left them in the wake of my self-absorbed supernova. i just want to sell my book.