It is a lie.The truth is, we haven’t cleaned the bathroom since 1997 and I am embarrassed to have anyone who does not have the same last name as me go in there.
People see through my lies and buy me nice gifts, gifts like industrial-strength Comet or sponges or Windex. I put them in the Goodwill box, along with my dignity, pride, and former size 6 body.I don’t want to clean the bathroom.
And I don’t want to have guests over.Ever.
I want to live in a hotel, full-time. A nice, high-end hotel, with really great room service and a jetted tub and a down comforter that makes a “foosh” sound when you plop on top of it. The hotel could have a view, or a pool, or a view of a pool. I am not picky.Oh, yeah, and really clean bathrooms.
Unless theirs is broken and the plumber is on the way.MOV