Working Man

Life was just starting to get comfortable with a live in maid and then Zane had to go and do the unthinkable--- get a job.

Here I am to fend for myself for TWO WEEKS, even do the unthinkable: consider doing dishes.

I have assumed the role of housewife and I must say, I think it fits me well. During downtime, I smoke really long cigarettes with an apron on, scold the children out the window to behave while playing, look at the full sink of dirty dishes and sigh heavily as I slip into a deeper and deeper depression.

This is not what it's like on BRAVO. Where are my rich gal pals to talk gossipy smack talk about our trashy neighbors' lack of values? I was not handed a credit card with unlimited expenses either. You sure this is right? Maybe it got delivered to the wrong address.

Speaking of which... many people have been asking for our new address. If anyone still needs it, just email me at juliewhitehouse@gmail.com I'd love the contact.... in fact.... just write.... about anything. Tell me about you washing the dishes.... Entertain me.

I'm so alone.

Oh! I have to go, I think Zane is coming up the steps and I need to make sure his evening brandy is poured just right or else I am not allowed to eat dinner. Ta ta!