Oh How I've Been Chomping at the Blog-Bit

Here's the scenario:

7:30-ish. Tuesday morning. My happy ass is buckled into the car driving to work. It's a cool, scratch that, cold morning. It's November and Michigan's cold-hearted bitch of a mother nature is letting us know it. Over one of my favorite local radio stations comes a quick interview with none other than Sara Evans, country music star and mom to three.

"Ooooo, this should be a good morning pick-me-up." I say think to myself as the DJ starts off on an interview with a heavy "mom-centric" slant.

I so don't talk to myself. Nope, not me.

And I drank it in. The whole interview. She's good. Sarcastic. Down to earth.

...Or so I thought...

I mean even when she said she had two nannies when she's on the road. Who doesn't in hollywood... nashville, whatever.

But then there was this (and I paraphrase):

DJ: So last year when we talked to you you were doing your Christmas shopping. Some people might think you have that done but you don't, you do that yourself.

SE: Yep. Yep, I do it all myself. You know. I mean, my nanny does my laundry, I will admit that. But I do all the rest myself. Oh and I do have a housekeeper. But I do it all myself..."

Wait for it

Rewind Just a Bit for Effect

SE: "But I do it all myself other than that."

So, just to clarify here, the 'that' in "other than that" was:

Recap

Nanny-ing
Laundry
Housekeeping

So, to expand on this idea then she does everything but the nanny-ing, laundry and housekeeping. So she.... wait, what does she do? Oh, pays the bills. Yep with her millions. And? And.... Hmmm, well that's funny I can't think of a damn other thing.

Rough.

Real rough.

That "other" is a killer, eh Sar-bear.

Fuck.