Sometimes the Grass is Greener

My daughter's first day in kindergarten was more exciting for me than for her, I think. I stood watching her and I felt so proud. I was sad that she would be away from me for two and a half hours but also alittle happy thinking about the things I could accomplish during that time. I was watching her enjoy herself with the other kids and I was checking out all the other parents. When I noticed a tall lady wearing black sunglasses and white track suit. My first thought was, seriously white track suit, she must be crazy cause no mother in her right mind with a kindergartener wears white. I stood there checking her out from head-to-toe. She had on a pair of silver flip-flops, her toes had a french manicure. The sweat pants were rolled at the bottom and she appeared alittle to tan for it to be natural. She was wearing a light pink tank top with silver rhinstones spelling out BeBe across the front. I could tell she must have had a boob job cause her boobs just looked alittle to good to be her own. From the toneness of her arms I could also tell she had to work out. Her nail bore a french manicure, but I was alittle to far away to tell if the nails were her own or not. Her hair was long and shiney, the kind I wished I had. She wore her blonde and brown highlighted hair parted in the middle and straight to the middle of her back. I couldn't tell if she was wearing any makeup or not because I was too far away and she had huge black sunglasses on. I noticed that for some reason she just looked out of place. She just looked alittle too good. She just stood there by herself watching her daughter. I noticed that all she was holding in her had was a cellphone and some keys. I remember thinking hmmm I wonder what kind of purse she carries. Did she leave it in her car? Did she walk here? I decided to be the friendly slash nosy person that I am and walked over to try and get the 411. Just as I walked over to say hi the bell rang and all the kids started running toward there classes. Once I turned around I caught site of the lady walking to the parking lot. Well I guess she did drive after all. I watched to see which car was hers and sure enough the black BMW with tinted black window she got into fit her appearance perfectly. I remember thinking that day, "I think I just say the real life barbie", bitch. When in reality I would have never guessed that I had just set my sites on a real life professional Gold Digger.