|Not EVEN me|
Today was a major house cleaning day, whereupon we vacuumed, mopped, dusted, Windexed ALL the mirrors (and the chrome and glass furniture), cleaned the sinks and showers, did laundry, and otherwise cleaned everythang that was in need o' cleaning. In short: everythang except change the sheets. About which... we hit the wall when it came time to do that. We also figgered that particular chore can wait for another day, mainly coz there's no one about to appreciate or confer the bennies of clean sheets upon me.
But we're done now and are enjoying the fruits o' our labors and a cold Turbodog or two. Why izzit that Happy Hour seems better when the house is spotless?
Here's a word to the wise: do NOT go looking for images of male maids with "safe search" off. Just sayin'.