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.
"clean up on isle 12"
ReplyDeleteMe too...can you send the cleaner uppers to my house when they leave yours????
ReplyDeleteWhere is the genie when we need him?
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