
I never pictured myself as a workaholic, chubby, grandma who worries about the erosion in the backyard and cleans up doggie diarrhea off the carpeting that I hate. Where are my marble floors and designer gowns? Where is my butler? I think I was probably the child of a super rich family, but I was switched at birth. Some imposter is living on MY yacht.

Anyway, I'm taking this afternoon off to minimize the time I lose this month. I'm cleaning house and running errands and spending the afternoon NOT sipping champagne. And since I look just like my dad, I know I wasn't switched at birth. But wait. Maybe HE was swtiched at birth. That still makes me an heiress, right? I'll just sit here on the computer and wait for the maid to show up and do the dishes.


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