Oh, Margarita. She cleaned the house. It smells like almond oil and lemons and little kittens and happiness and joy! It's clean here. For the first time.
This is liberation! (White, middle class liberation, but still...) I am already trying to figure out how much to pay her for a Christmas bonus.
If she's going to give me shit for living in squalor and if she's going to make me clean out my own trash can, I get to make her wear the Zoila outfit, right?
(And Sketch42, I didn't know they made little bags to fit my garbage can. I swear! But I am going to go find them right now...)
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