In preparation of the family coming to visit, I did a 'spring' cleaning from top to bottom to appear that I actually am a good housewife, which I am not. Not even in the least. God love my husband and his patience. Not that we live in squalor or anything like that. I do vacuum and steam clean the carpets regularly and make sure that we have clean clothes and I am an awesome cook (toot! toot! goes my horn) and I do disinfect and such but I wouldn't pass the white glove test everyday. I mean, we LIVE in our home. We use it to the fullest. But there are days here and there I just don't have the urge to do housewife. The magnetic pull of fiber usually wins instead. But there is the ultimate trump card. Football. Nothing, and I mean nothing, gets done during football. This is what happens when you attempt to interrupt my football...
And being 5'2" and 100 pounds, or so, I tend to be underestimated. Dori even more so as she is shorter than me. Oh you poor simpletons who think that little people are easy targets. Here's a bit of advice for you...
Correction, we are Sicilian. You should be so lucky that we would be Italian. Poor, poor simpletons. But we have work to do for the show so I must fly. But remember dear friends, the moment you underestimate your opponent is the moment you lose.
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