I am like a man so busy in letting rooms in one end of his house, that he can't stop to put out the fire that is burning the other.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Sometimes you get so frustrated that things aren't working out, you say, 'Let me step away for a while.' But the fire still burns.
Every week I have a disaster in my kitchen. The fire alarm goes off repeatedly. But it doesn't stop me being adventurous.
I am a marvelous housekeeper. Every time I leave a man I keep his house.
If there was a fire at my house I would throw more things on it. The only thing I would take out? Myself!
My problem is, if any place I'm sleeping catches on fire, I've got a problem because it takes me 20 minutes to get everything moving in the morning.
The thing with me is, I'm both untidy and I hate mess. But I'm not untidy in communal spaces, like living rooms. My bedroom is havoc.
I love not to be busy in a certain way.
I have a fireplace in my kitchen that I light every night, no matter what.
We all live in a house on fire, no fire department to call; no way out, just the upstairs window to look out of while the fire burns the house down with us trapped, locked in it.
A husband is like a fire - he goes out when unattended.