The last words typed into my search window are “dyson clogged.” For Christmas I bought myself a one-time maid service. You can see how that went.
But my tub is clean my sinks are sparkling and I didn’t have to put new sheets on my bed so It was worth the hundred-whatever dollars it’s going to cost me. I tipped the maid $20 for her troubles and had an interesting conversation with Peyton when feelings came up surrounding the maid doing all this manual labor for us. I had a similar chat yesterday as we watched my car get washed by a team of laborers.
The funny thing is is I’d do all of this myself if it weren’t for my back injury. I literally cannot bend at the waist to do most domestic things. It fucking sucks. And considering I hadn’t gotten my car washed since May and it’s been 18 months since a maid stepped foot in here I think we could all agree that I make do.
Anyway, sorry it took me forever to get Boobday up today. Love you guys!
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NOT my tits:
It’s how I want to live my whole life: sweet, spicy, tart and good on everything.
– Joy the Baker
Missed last weeks BoobDay sick in bed. Still sick, working from home, but didn’t want to miss another week.