I can’t be the only person who needs a personal assistant, right? And while it’s totally not feasible for me for a whole host of reasons, let’s have some fun.

I would never fold another sock.

Folding socks is like torture for me. I contemplated throwing all of The Hubster’s socks out and only letting him have 2 colors/kinds. White gym socks and tan dress socks. All the same.

He gave me a dirty look.

I would never have to worry about dishwasher loading.

This picture gives me anxiety because I hate when the dishwasher is loaded wrong. And by wrong I mean stuff just thrown in without any sort of organization plan.

If I had a personal assistant, I would never have to worry about it.

I would never stop at a gas pump again.

When we lived in Long Island, I used to drive out of my way to go to the full-service gas station. This is such a filthy task. 9 times out of 10, I spill and smell like gas for the rest of the day.

What would you guys give up? 🙂