Oh Cabana Boy!

I have a fantasy about having a cabana boy. Not THAT kind of fantasy! This fantasy involves someone who refills my drink, picks up the kids from school and does the grocery shopping. All tasks that I hate and have to be done or the world grinds to a halt. I often tell Agent Daddy that when he retires he can be my cabana boy. Problem is the kids will all be grown so one of his duties will no longer be necessary. Now Richard over at The Butter Bottom Blog has suggested that he needs an intern but I like the sound of cabana boy better. I am sexist. I want a man to serve me. I will not be having another female in this house to compete with my royal highness. So since I am lazy I am always looking for great gadgets that make my life easier. Yes I am the person who buys all that crap on late night TV for only $9.99 but WAIT there's MORE. Some of the stuff has actually been useful. I love my steam mom, and the plant watering globes are actually keeping my plants alive. Quite a feat.

So when I see a gadget that can keep the Tech Monkey from looking at Porn and other bad stuff I am happy. Of course now I can't log in to ANYTHING but neither can he so I guess that is a good thing. Now if I could find a gadget that will cook dinner and fold the laundry I will buy that too. Especially if it comes with a free gift. I loves me the free gifts. You may have read how Agent Daddy has prevented me from bringing home any haunted piano's. But if it is FREE and NEW well then there can't be any problem with that. And if I had a cabana boy he could carry and put away all my new free stuff for me. Then he could drop off the kids at school, do the laundry,  the grocery shopping, and clean the house. Oh my I think I am getting excited at the thought of so many chores getting done in one day. I wonder who does all that stuff in other peoples homes?

Oh yeah the Mommy! The mommy also gets to wipe the boogers off sick children's faces and hands. Clean dirty diapers, mop up the vomit from the boogery sick child and still get dinner on the table by 6 pm. Whew, no wonder I have a fantasy life. The real one SUCKS! Until someone puts their arms around me and tells me they love me. Then it seems pretty awesome. So I guess until I win the lottery no cabana boy. But as long as I get to have those hugs and kisses I am happy to do it all. Just don't tell the family...I don't want them to think they are in charge. That would NEVER do. Now where's my drink?