Monday, September 08, 2008
...Or maybe it's ho-hum. I have too much on my plate today to be able to think up something halfway intelligent to say. So, let me just ask you:
1. Do you like to cook?
2. Do you mind cleaning?
3. How do you feel about laundry?
4. How's your relationship with cleaning products?
5. Do you have a preference in mops?
6. Are you fretting over ironing, personal hygiene matters, dog-walking, yada-yada?
7. Do you think you spend enough time doing all of the above?
If you responded with hisses to any of the above questions, what do you suppose that indicates? Burn-out? General inertia? Dire need for a vacation and complete change of scenery? Of course, there is that age-old maxim: "Somebody's gotta do it." And its pesky counterpart: "If not me, who?"
I could probably use the services of a good Rent-a-Yenta. Or better yet, a nanny. Think about it. Who'll make sure you eat right? Nag you to take your vitamins? Wash out your socks? Remind you to floss? Read/sing to you when you can't sleep? Haul you out of bed on a Monday morning? Exclaim sympathetically over your boo-boos -- and stick Band-Aids on them? The nanny, that's who. Maids won't do that. Shoot, you're lucky if you can get one who knows how to turn on the vacuum cleaner.
Maybe I'll start saving for a nanny since that might cost a little less than the looooooong vacation and complete change of scenery.
Oh, and say, what's your least favorite shade of red? If yours turns out to be the same as mine, there's no prize.
Want to see a TWISTED LINGUISTICS Words Gone Wild peep-show chock-full of blasfomys? Here 'ya go.
my husband and I's anversiery
They are lairs and cheats
telss some one