I want those bags -- the ones I left beside the front door -- to unpack themselves. It would be nice if the clothes contained therein would launder themselves, too.
These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 65!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live just outside Chicago, the best city in the world. I'm an aunt and a friend. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.
What you really want is a housekeeper or a butler to take care of all of that.
ReplyDeleteI want to not be here, when its time to put the decorations away.
ReplyDeleteWelcome home! You'll unpack those bags as soon as you need what's in them. :)
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