I feel like the campy superhero shows from my childhood today.
Baby...Won't...Stop...Crying.
So...Very...Tired.
Must...Wash...Dishes.
No...Clean...Towels.
Children...Fighting.
As I drag my near lifeless body across the kitchen floor.
Someone come clean the Kryptonite out of my house, please.
3 comments:
"clean up on isle 12"
Me too...can you send the cleaner uppers to my house when they leave yours????
Where is the genie when we need him?
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