They're Like Humans Except Different

i was looking at a slideshow of a house owned by a woman i'd never even heard of until just now. which is unfortunate, because now i'm heaping scorn upon a person who i didn't even know existed until about 15 minutes ago.

petty, they name is Boca.

anyway, after clicking through this amazing opulent and depressing slideshow, i realized something...well, a couple of things:

my apartment is the size of a rich person's bathroom, and rich people tawk diffrant.

i like to think of myself as a person who can turn a phrase and whip out an SAT word on yo ass in a heartbeat....eponymous WHAT....but some of the words in this pictorial left me completely stumped.

for instance, what do these words mean?

- toile de Jouy

- Chinoiserie

- bargello

- yew

- allée

- pollarded

after reading these words and drawing a blank, i was so relieved to see that one of their horses is named "Sid." Sid. three letters that add up. S-I-D. it even looks like it's smiling at me.

put one check in the win column!

but how does it come to pass that a person down to earth enough to have a horse named Sid minced their way through an "allee of pollarded plane trees" in the freakin back yard???

then, i realized what was happening. these rich so and suches are speaking to each other in a special coded language that only sounds like clicks and whistles to my broke ass eardrums!

well fine FINE. i don't give a damn what they're talking about. and i DON'T care that Gela has curtains in her bathroom made from the court train of the Queen of Italy.

i have a shower curtain in my bathroom made from nightmares of Queen Anna.

do you think you could live my life, Gela?

do you?