I like to do a special service for this Lazy Debutante. I don't do this too much because it takes too much out of me.
But on those occasions when I feel like cheering the dreary day of a debutante still reliving her glory days, this is what I do.
I clean the house. Pretty amazingly. Or usually at least enough to please her.
And why would I do this? Is it because the LD thrives in cleanliness? No. That's not it at all.
In fact, the real reason is that there is nothing, Nothing that the lazy debutante enjoys more than messing up a recently cleant room. It gives her the chills. I really think I've seen her shriek when she walks in the door and the house is clean. And run full speed in to her debutante room and grab like 4 pairs of shoes she can bring into the living room and put them in various places.
You know what, the joy this seems to bring this debutante brings me joy too. So I don't even complain. Ever.
Especially because I know the true wishes of her heart--to have her precious laptop surgically implanted onto her body somehow, and to be able to communicate in cat language (not just to communicate with cats emotionally, which many people can do, but to truly speak the language of cats)--because reasonably, I don't see either of these things happening in this lifetime. At least not any time before 2012.
And I just want to see that lazy debutante smile.
And so do you...