DISCLAIMER: I do not own Gilmore Girls, although I did have a dream last night …
Emily looked around the living room – perfect.
She looked in the dining room – perfect.
She looked in the spare room – perfect.
Every single room was perfect, everything was perfect. Not one thing was out of place, in fact this maid herself was perfect. There had to be something wrong, there had to be something! She walked down the hall into the kitchen, she spotted flowers on the table. The card read: Dear Emily, I have many friends who are maids who have been sacked for no apparent reason, now I beg of you not to find anything wrong with me. My apologies if there is anything wrong.
Thanks Ekaterina.
Ahh, a perfect maid at last, Emily had an inkling this one was going to last, now she was going to have a nice relaxing bubble bath. She walked to the other end of the kitchen and … "Aaah" She was suddenly lying on the kitchen floor.
"Ooh this maid is going down," screamed Emily.