I dream of having a personal assistant. Someone to return books to the library, run to the post office, walk the dog and call for pizza. Someone to buy running shoes, dish towels, paper towels and shampoo. Throw out the junk mail. Pick up prescriptions, shop for strawberries and roses, find butter pecan ice cream and address Christmas cards.
And then all I would have to do is come home from work, play with Jack, eat said strawberries, and put my feet up.
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