It is most certainly another Monday at the Nutcracker Suite and beyond. I am not entirely sure where we are at in terms of Full Moon or Mercury in Retrograde, but it certainly seems that all things that are to be uncomplicated are amiss.
I told a friend recently that I needed a man for a day. Before she was able to respond with any lewdness, I quickly inserted that I had windows that needed washed and mirrors the needed to be scrubbed and puppy 'flingers' removed. Ron referred to them as 'slimers' but Mastiff Saliva can be found in the most amazing of places.
Anyway... My friend must have been fraught with fever, for her exclamation was that I needed a woman - because I was referring to woman's work... I retorted that I also needed the dishwasher fixed, the lawn mowed and groomed, screens replaced and there are certainly toilets that need to be scrubbed.
Over the years I have gone from feminine, to feminist, to female. The wrench will fit my hand and the toilet brush will fit his. But as I seem to be working all of the time, these things remain undone. And frankly, I don't care who completes these tasks and all of the others that I will soon think of, but if male, may he have a nice butt and tight jeans.
I surely hope that her fever has passed.
Ta Ta for Now!
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