so, it’s been a tough few weeks. see the dishes piled everywhere. (i know, i hate plates covered in crusted spaghetti too.) and the laundry mountain in the basement is a little embarrassing. what if i vacuum up all the pretzels smashed between the couch cushions while you work some magic in the kitchen?

oh. you noticed that i haven’t finished my taxes. i can’t find a few of the forms. can your wand make them…. oh! it can. that’s terrific. and would you mind, while you’re at it, the tub could use a…. my. i’ve never seen it look so white. and you already managed to organize the toys and the junk drawer in the kitchen! and you found the leatherman and my stash of special dark M&Ms. huh. i guess you can have some. sure.

i had no idea you could just zap the kid’s colds. look at that! no more boogers and whining and crying and hanging onto my pant’s leg. i guess i can take all these crumpled, used tissues out of my pockets.

hey, i just opened the freezer. you managed to stuff a whole heck of a lot of girl scout samoa ice cream in there. how did you know it’s my favorite? oh. right. silly me. you’re my fairy godmother.

can you give me a magic hour to just sit on the couch, eat ice cream, and read my novel—-all by myself?

thanks, fairy godmother. you’re my best friend.