at least we're honest Tweet

Ranting around the house one late morning these days, we both said something to the effect of ...when we live in a house with a maid. It called for a conversation detour to establish as clearly as possible that there will be a butler before the maid and silverware the maid can polish—oh, we'll have silverware even if we live in the smallest cottage... with a maid... and a butler... and a chef, please? We then quite unhumbly admitted that, much against our origin and education, definitely unintended by our families, we turned out damn blue blooded, and life will just have to spoil us more often than not. Just a minor detail left: making the money to support our tastes.