This weekend is our 18th wedding anniversary, and to be honest, I couldn't think of a better time to have a clone at my disposal. Two days are too short to cram in sexy times, a dinner out at our favourite restaurant, tidy the house, AND work on our Landrover project.
What an anniversary it would be if I had a double.
As much as Jamie might appreciate it, I'm not doing a threesome - the clone can be making us a cuppa and breakfast in bed. Or maybe the other way around, depending on my mood. I don't mind cooking up a brekky storm.
As I DID give the house a good tidy yesterday before I was cloned (I do wish 
Then I'll get her to paint the corner of the kitchen where I accidentally exploded a fermented cherry drink all over the plasterboard. I do hope she can paint better than me. As Jamie would argue, a chimpanzee would paint better than me.
I think by this time we would be having our anniversary lunch as planned down in Lorne. Whilst I'm gone she can have a rest for a little while before I set her to work on sanding the back door of the Landrover to get it ready to paint.
Actually, I have a sideboard and a tv cabinet I want to upcycle, so she can sand those too.
On Sunday, she can just do some gentle work. Perhaps we will send her to town to get some things from Bunnings. Oh!!! Actually, we will send her to Craigieburn to pick up some secondhand rear Defender wheel arches we picked up off Marketplace. That's a three hour round trip. I'll shout her a soy chai latte at the roadside services on the way, because I'm nice like that.
When she returns she can rest for the rest of the afternoon. What do you think I am, a self-clone slave driver or something?
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