"Mother said you can always tell a lady by her hands."

Shhh...it's Bath Remodeling Season, and my husband is hunting for his wife to come and help him.

That's why I'm hiding in here, blogging.  I'm such a good wife.  I deserve an award for avoiding work so well.

Olive Garden, you say?  Why yes, says I.  Sounds delicious.

Wait, I think I've been found out.  Dang it!  Back to the grinding stone I go.

Kelly (sigh) Out

("I guess things like ladies and hands don't matter much anymore."  Oh, shut up Carreen.)