And then you get the odd brainless bananas who opt for neither. Tsk...
As for me:
I'd like twelve maids, one for each room, thank you.
AND marry a chef:
- To feed the cats
- Handle sharp knives
- Add a spicy salza with a splash of tango to my life
- Lay my table with exquisite treasures!
Outrageous! Is it possible that someone out there happened to think I'd be saying this:
"...and lay me on the table."
"Get laid on..."
Makes one wonder just who's out there...or is that just me and that Wicket-ly and Wicked-ly Rickety thoughts that drift in and out unconsciously...?