Confession is good for the soul.

They say that confession is good for the soul. So, I confess...



I HATE HOUSEWORK!



When I look at this lovely woman in the picture above, smiling as she crouches on her hands and knees, scrubbing the ring out of her bathtub, I think to myself, "Is this woman medicated? She must be!"



Who in their right mind loves to wash windows, scrub toilets, clean blinds and vacuum?



After twenty years of scrubbing, washing, cleaning and shining, I am plain tuckered out. Fly-lady, be gone!

You know, this might just work out.

With invites to lots of holiday gatherings, our dance card is full.

The grand opening for a mom and pop coffee shop (Catered..Cmon' you really didn't think free coffee was enough to get my lipstick on.),

a faculty Christmas party,

a wedding,

a birthday party,

neighborhood Christmas cheer,

the occasional platter of Christmas cookies...what? Flour, milk, eggs, a meal in itself!

the kids Christmas parties at school...

You know, this might just work out. The way I see it, I may not have to cook until December 29th! Woo Hoo!!!