Writer's Block = Game Show Host in Your Living Room

I wish, I wish, I wish I had something interesting to write about tonight. Wouldn't you know I have writer's block the week of the big Blog Awards over at One Woman's World? Seems my luck is holding.

I spent today cleaning the kitchen, bleaching sinks, sweeping floors, cleaning out closets and hutches, dislodging hardened Play-Doh from forgotten toys, and laundry. Mounds and mounds of laundry. As I'm doing all these "mommy" chores I'm thinking about the "Million Dollar" meme I've seen on some sites. Picture this:

Wink Martindale is suddenly in my living room standing over me as I break my back to get that last line of dirt into the dustpan--you know the one. You sweep it into the dustpan, move the pan, sweep it in again. Lather, rinse, repeat.

Back to Wink: Chilihead! What would you do with one million dollars? Well, Wink, I'd hire a house manager or lure Matt Damon into my smallish walk-in closet.

I need a house manager because I don't just want someone to come clean my floors and toilets, I want someone to make sure we have groceries, do the laundry and put it away, and pick up after me. Oh wait. That sounds a lot like what I do. I guess I just want a mommy that will go home at the end of the day and let me enjoy the best parts of my life without all the drudgery. How's that for reasonable? Does a million dollars buy that these days?