Three Questions

Q: If you could afford a live-in maid or nanny, would you have one?

A: Nanny never had an appeal, but I would have LOVED someone like Mr. French from “Family Affair” or Alice from “Brady Bunch.” Having someone else do the cooking would have been a HUGE delight. I’ve never minded doing laundry, but having someone else do the dusting and vacuuming would have been wonderful. Ditto on ironing. I HATE ironing. I would probably get up earlier in the morning if I had some bacon and eggs or some yummy French toast waiting for me. I loathe cooking in the morning, which is why I start my day off with a combo of Slim Fast and Orange Cappuccino instant coffee. Now that it’s just Marv and me at home, I don’t need an actual live-in person, but having a cleaner in once a week would be perfect.

Q: When you're sick what do you seek comfort from?

A: I’m blessed to not get sick that much. Meaning colds or flu. I had headaches most of my life and migraines constantly from the age of 12 until around my early 40’s. With migraines, the only thing I could do was take pain meds. If it was bad enough, Marv would take me to the ER for a shot. For colds, I take Nyquil at night and the lesser stuff during the day. For flu, there is NOTHING on this earth to do except die. I CANNOT handle stomach upset. I would rather have a migraine. And that is saying something. As a child, comfort was being taken care of by my grandma. Chicken soup, tea, curling up on the couch with my blankie and watching cartoons. Also, a big deal when I was young was our Viewmaster set. We had a ton of reels for it, and going through them all when sick was a joy. Sadly, the whole thing ended up in the shop at my parents, and went up in smoke when the shop burned down. Why I didn’t take it with me when I got married I will always regret.

Q: Do you wait until the "low fuel" light comes on before you fill up the gas tank?

A: NO!!! Marv laughs at me every time, but when that gauge gets anywhere NEAR the quarter tank reading, I start to panic. I absolutely refuse to ever run out of gas. I remember one time riding to school with a friend who had the use of a clunky old VW. As we were heading into town, the car started sputtering. Debbie kicked the little lever that goes to the emergency tank (or whatever it was) and there was nothing there, either. We managed to coast into a gas station and pooled our money to get some gas. We weren’t even late to school.