Another Day in Paradise

Today is just....

                             

I have a confession to make....I haven't done laundry in a week.  A week I tell you!!

I am typing in just my socks. wink 



Rock on!

                                    
Now that I've come clean with that confession,  how about a few more?

I haven't folded the laundry from the last time I actually did the laundry.

I couldn't tell you where my vacuum is at this very moment.

I can tell you where my broom is, it's out in the driveway broken in half after I used it to clean snow off the car.

I found potatoes in my pantry that had roots longer than my hair!

You get the gist of where I'm going right?  If not, follow along....it seems quite obvious to me.
I need Alice from the Brady Bunch to come live with me.

Just look at that sweet hard working woman.  I feel a sense of domestic bliss just at the sight of her. 

                               

That's what I'm talkin' about!  Go for it!

                        
I do have someone help me with housework every two weeks so my house is super clean but not necessarily 'kept up'.   I would take a picture of all the clean laundry on my bed but I just can't bring myself to do it.

I feel your pain nice lady

What I really, really want is a live-in maid.  Someone to help out with the day to day stuff.


Is that too much to ask?


I have convinced myself that in a former life I was a 'very wealthy pampered super happy kinda gal'.
I know I had an entourage of assistants with me at all times.  I know this to be fact because I frequently find myself dazed and confused when attempting to do chores.  It is at this time I have visions of assistants all about me.  I think the medical term for this is a flashback.  That is why I believe that was my lifestyle in a past life, 'visions' don't lie.

That's me (as a boy) dazed and confused.  Compliments of the movie The Sandlot.

                              

That's me (as a girl).  You can see for yourself, I really
shouldn't be around appliances.

When I get home from work, (mind you I get home from work only after driving all over tarnation [I don't know what that means but it sounds like a lot of driving] to pick up the cherubs) dinner needs to be made

                               



Is it too much to have Alice greet me and say "hey beautiful lady, take a load off and enjoy a hot cup of coffee"?

See how beat I look?

                                 
                                

I know Alice, I'm a handful.  

                                       
 Once you get things all caught up in my house, the rest will be a cake walk.


Then we can party like it's 1999!  Wow, my waist looks fab.  Yours isn't too bad either Alice. Work it!