It’s spring cleaning time — I need a wife!

Who sez?
Every magazine and nudge states it’s that time of year. To clean or wear thigh-high boots up to the neck to avoid a fungus from forming on my adorable body as I meander through my manor.
Let’s face it, cleaning or straightening up is a thankless job. It’s kind of like putting beads on a string, without a knot at the end. I once dusted and the dust came back. Fool me once … hmm — I will not fall for that deceit again.
This is the time of year when I wish I