My acceptance speech when I was younger sounded a lot different. And I held a gold statue, not 409 with a sponge. 

Wow!  I’m so honored to be nominated every night. To cook, clean and pick up after everyone. Then to hustle   around and get everyone  signed packed and ready  for Monday while my almost deaf husband has the TV blared (blames the dishwasher) and still can’t figure out the light switches.  I have all my fans to thank.  Except the living room ceiling fan.  Because my husband hates that switch and during all of this commotion I have to come back to the living room and flip the switch off for him so he doesn’t stare at it like an infant and cry.

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