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Natasha dreams of having an imaginary maid. The funny thing is, I actually grew up with an imaginary maid. Her name was Theresa. Let me tell you, Natasha, imaginary maids don’t do a very good job of cleaning. That was our family joke. Dishes piled up in the sink? Time to have a chat with Theresa. Clothes need washing? We’d call out for Theresa, but she never answered.
Was my family crazy? Well, yeah. But we were also the children of a struggling single mom. When you don’t have much, it makes you creative. My mom also had a talking crooked eye tooth named Charlie. But we couldn’t pin the dirty dishes on Charlie, so he didn’t get nearly as much attention.
June 5th, 2005 at 6:49 pm
Did I say I dreamt of having an imaginary maid? I don’t remember that. It seems like a silly thing to dream of. If you were going to dream of any kind of maid you should dream for a real one. I should think about dreaming bigger.
Incidentally, my mother used to do the same thing only she used to call for a maid she used to have in Italy. She used to say, “Oh Claudia!!” And then she would wonder if she was dead by now and my father and she would laugh and laugh.
June 11th, 2005 at 8:14 am
Yeah, my family’s imaginary maid is called Maria. And she also doesn’t do a very good job of cleaning.