CHAPTER 27
Sunday was errand day and I couldn't have been less enthusiastic. If only Katie's new magic wand could make my chores disappear. Snuggled up cozy under my quilt, I would've happily stayed there all day but eventually had to drag myself out of bed. I was a reluctant housekeeper on my best day and kept hoping someone would invent a self-cleaning house--like a self-cleaning cat, minus the attitude. Until then, not only did I have to dust, vacuum, take out the trash, do the laundry, shop for groceries and pay the bills, I also had to schlep to my office to make copies for La Vida Boca. Whose dumb idea was that again? Oh yeah, mine. The only bright spot in my day would be my weekly Skype call with my dad in Nicaragua. I decided to call from the office while the copy machine was doin
