As I look around the house, I feel completely overwhelmed. I wish I had a maid. Or a chauffer. Or a cook.
I'd love to have an Alice...
No Alice. No Jeannie. No maid, or chauffer, or cook.
It's still just me.
And my messy, dirty house and piles of laundry and a stinky dog.
Oh yeah, and the soap scum.
Please excuse me now...Scrubbing Bubbles and I have an appointment. A hot date, if you will.