#benisadorable

After three weeks of not having to do anything around any home- mostly the one I share with Ben, reentry is proving tough. I had to carry my own suitcase up one flight of stairs. What do you mean, I have to open and close my own curtains? I keep pushing the number one on the phone, but my 24-hour butler no longer answers and Ben's excitement for my return was short-lived and I had to actually make my half of the bed. Look at the way my laundry from India was folded and presented- I now have impossible standards.

No fresh-squeezed orange juice, I knew this apartment was missing something and that something is an omelette station and while I am at it, a cereal bar, a juice bar and a wide-range of fresh-cut fruits.