I appreciate how lucky I am that I can stay home and work on my writing (when I’m not surfing the ‘Net or I.M.-ing friends) rather than have to go out into the real world and find a job. So my life should be fairly easy, or so you’d think. But alas, things go as awry for domestic goddesses such as myself as they do for anyone. I won’t go into details because what may be a snafu-filled day for me would probably make a more organized person sneer with contempt. I admit I have my wimpy days.

So for me, I know it’s been a rough week when the hype about a disposable razor lives up to its claims of smooth skin without irritation and brings a tear to my eye.

What’s yours?