Dear Doctor;

I was hoping that the following might explain why I can no longer be on bed rest. I'm not trying to brag, but apparently, without me, my house falls to hell. So bad, that today I had to get up and do something about it. In case you do not believe me, I took the following photos to show you what happens when my husband is left in charge. I don't think the pan or the kitchen floor will ever be salvaged. (Time for a new floor perhaps? I hate this one anyhow)









So please Doctor, understand that I can't live like this! I only wish that I would have taken pictures of the counters and the dishes before I scrubbed the hell out of them to clean whatever it was that was all over them.