Something in me tells me that I was supposed to be born in to wealth. That or I was supposed to marry in to it. Maybe I was even supposed to invent the ped egg or the larger then life remote control and make millions. I just know it was supposed to happen for me.
How do I know ?
Because I could seriously work that lifestyle.
I'm not a stellar housekeeper. Never have been. That must mean I need a maid. I don't have one now but if I was rich I would. I'm sure I'd probably just call her "maid" (a la Karen from Will & Grace) because I'm that rich that I don't need to know servants names.
I can shop like a beast. Sure now, it's to Tar-zhay, TJ Maxx and Ross Dress for Less but I'm quite confident I can very smoothly transition to Barney's and Saks.
My feet, you know the ones that hate me, I'm positive would cease any and all rebellion when slipped in some Manolo Blanics.
Oh and work. Need you even question me there ? I would have no problem whatsoever not working. I'm very good at it now. Very good.
So you can see that it's meant to be for me.
Any millionaires out there want to adopt a 35 year old? I'm kinda short. I could probably pass for your kid, that is if someone was about 100 feet away and squinted really,really hard on a day when the sun was blinding them. It could be semi- believable. Think about it. I'm toilet trained, I can dress myself. I don't talk back. It could be good
Ok then, why don't you think about it and get back to me. I'll wait.