Day 1. Gemini Girl, aka Stacie Chadwick [I know... so lame compared to her moniker... Change your name, GG, really... I'm doing you a favour here... I'm calling it as it is...] kicked some serious Le Clown’s ass as his own personal assistant. She has Le Clown’s act to a tee. I’m tempted to take the week off with la famiglia – pack our bags, lock the doors of our igloo, and fly down South say… to Vermont, or something – and let
Stacie Gemini Girl run the show…
I won’t abandon you GG, not on your first day that is… And to show you a little gratitude, why don’t you take the rest of the afternoon off, get yourself a babysitter – on me – and go out on a date with hubby. After a long day of work, tell your hubby that Le Clown insists he gives you a very long foot massage – at least two hours worth of foot rubbing. I’m not done with the surprises… Once your feet have reached the Seventh Heaven (Le Clown lives on the Ninth Heaven), you can just turn around, close the lights, and fall asleep. That’s right. The only thing your hubby can expect out of the foot massage is to prepare you breakfast tomorrow morning. These are Le Clown’s wishes. Don’t thank me, just oblige me.
Enjoy your weekend, everyone. GG, I expect you back here tomorrow, around lunch time.
ADDENDUM: Gemini Girl, this is reblogging material. Just sayin’.