Oh, god, if you *could* come do my dishes, I would kiss your feet and venerate you eternally. (Not that I wouldn't do that anyway, just on account of your overall fabulousness... *g*)

I managed to spill a drip-pan full of semi-congealed hamburger grease and drippings all over myself/the kitchen floor yesterday morning, while desperately trying to make some coffee. I sort of half-assedly wiped it up, but man, at some point this weekend, I'm going to have to *scrub the floor* ... *whining, moaning* God, sometimes I just want a *wife*, y'know? (As do we all, of course...)