The Second Week

It was only my second week living in this trash town.
This morning was particularly disgusting, the rain was
ruining my newly potted hydrangeas that the gardener
planted two days ago. As I was going to check on the
kids who were entertaining themselves with the most
credible nanny I could find in town, I almost tripped over
a box that the movers forgot to unpack. I picked up the
box myself and put it where it belonged. God people really
cannot follow directions. I kinda feel bad for the people that
have never left Maitland. The only reason I’m here is for
my stupid husband’s job. He’s trying to refurbish this place,
and thank god because someone needed to, Jake’s gonna
be the best thing for them since that donut shop down the
street. The only way he convinced me to move here was by
selling me on the ‘luxurious’ apartments. See, I’m from the
Hamptons, not too far from New York City. When I hear
luxurious apartments I’m thinking a top notch penthouse with
stainless steel appliances, jacuzzi in the master bath, and at
the least a room big enough for my king size bed. Apparently
right before we moved in there were some ‘complications’ with
the penthouse in this building. All I know is that the horrific
off-white baby cream color in my puny ‘closet’ clashes with my
brand new Giorgio Armani purse that I was planning to have on display.

I haven’t decided whether to enroll the kids in school here or not.
Hopefully Jake will get his work done fast and we can move back
to our house on the coast of Long Island. I’m not even sure if there’s
a private school nearby and I would rather have my brand new
Armani purse scratched by a rabid cat than send my babies to
Colombia Public Hell School. Oh well, I’ll just ask Maria, the nanny,
if she can homeschool them too.