My dear girls,
At this moment in your life you know me as the portly, somewhat frumpy cleaning person who lives with you. But as you'll find out, I kind of have a posh gig.
I'm living a beautiful life, a novel-worthy span of years, full of the most glamorous chapters. And though we're not wealthy, your dad has made a career out of telling folks to buy expensive things-products I "can't live without" and international jaunts that would make Elizabeth Taylor squeal. Now I'm a little worried that I'm rubbing off on you.