Saturday, July 3, 2010

It must be a weekend.

I am sitting in a recliner, eating potato chips and french onion dip, watching a generic "end of the world" movie on SyFy (as opposed to watching one of their generic "genetically altered creatures eat everything they see" movies), and I realize that it must be a weekend. Rick put a rather large section of beef to smoke on the back porch, he and Alex are out shopping - I mean, looking at items of interest at Best Buy - and Bonnie is playing games on my phone. JP is sleeping on the floor, and at some point I need to get up and start the weekend round of laundry and cleaning.

I don't want to. I want a cadre of brownies to keep my house neat and clean. I want pixies to keep the garden weed-free, and whichever fey creature it is that keeps the lawn trimmed. And dragonflies that breathe fire to keep the mosquitoes away. And while I'm at it, and little corner of inverse hyper-space so I have room to sew.

The question is, where do I get this stuff?

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