Would someone let me know if the housekeeper is coming soon?
I keep expecting one to show up, and no one ever comes.
My house is looking worse by the minute.
Please, send help soon. I beg you! I’m holding the baklava hostage until some kind soul answers my plea. And for those of you who think I’m joking, I’m not. I’m totally cereal. I mean serious. Yeah. Serious. Like a heart attack. I need help. And that’s no yolk, folks.
