I'm rather thinking of myself today as Lady Grantham, or perhaps Countess Violet. I am the head of my household, after all. It is my place to keep the servants busy, Lord Webster satisfied and myself adorned in an appropriate fashion.
To this end I have just had a bubble bath whilst eating Chips Ahoy cookies dunked in milk. Did you realize that bubbles are quite white, while milk is more of a creamy colour? I didn't know that until just now. I must say, however, Chips Ahoy have far too many chocolate chips these days. They used to be the perfect consistency for milk-dipping but now one must chew because of all the chips. This is rather inconvenient as it involves muscular activity. You just can't get good cookies anymore.
I am not a great fan of housecleaning but I find it helps to think of my home as my estate. I imagine myself as maid Sarah O'Brien when I am cleaning the kitty litter because she is quite a puckered-face bitch and deserves to dig around in the cat turds. In fact everything was just lovely in the house until a few moments ago when one of our cats puked in the downstairs bathroom. Perhaps I will channel a little Thomas Barrow when I go to clean that mess up because if anyone needs a kick in the arse, it's him.
I've been quite hooked on Downton Abbey, as of late. Please don't fill me in on the latest details because I am Netflix-ing it and am only allowed to watch until the end of season two.
I have had the most difficult time not saying Downtown Abbey and imagined, at first gasp, that this addictive British drama was about a flock of nuns sharing a flat with Petula Clark.
