I wrote a letter to my friend Lee today, complaining about cleaning the house... and in the letter, I state the following:
"I am sick of cleaning. I really want to marry a wealthy man with a large staff."
of course, I meant maids! Seriously! I mean, don't go all Freudian on me, jeesh, I mean honestly, I meant domestic help!
But honestly, good for a giggle on a cold and rainy Monday.
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