This room is a mess! What to do?
We don’t want to make Chris clean the room, now do we? It’s a woman’s job. So I’m going to put on my little apron and heels and walk around cleaning house and when Chris wakes I’ll serve him with a newspaper and coffee, tell him to prop his legs up and fix him lunch. When I bring him his meal, I’ll turn around and bend over to pick up the napkin he dropped on the floor. He’ll pinch my arse. I’ll say “Christopher!” and he’ll let out a chuckle. I’ll take my place on the sofa. I’ll sit watching him with admiration while picking at my food like a good little girl. Then I’ll take the dishes away and clean some more. Then I’ll randomly pop out two children from my womb and we’ll name them Bobby and Suzy and they’ll be angelic just like their mommy and daddy.
Like hell. I’m cleaning because I’m going to break my neck if i try to get to the door with all the newspapers on the floor. And there’s tobacco on the computer screen. And dishes. Everywhere. Apron and heels cleaning house? Give me a damned break. I smell. I need a shower. This is gonna be a great day 
