Three ha-ha men with hands out of their ass. You can't clean a garden or clean a drawer - call a specialist. Make money for the expert, fucking!
The acquaintances of those who can repair themselves or call the master, twice and communicated. The other hands are curved and there is no money. So they live, and the apartment is slowly collapsing. My salary allows me to call my husband for an hour, but imho such expenses must be paid from the male wallet.
By the way, everyone with whom there was a relationship, rolled out the eyes and wrecked hysteria when I called the housewife to wash the windows and generate the apartment, like you can't do it yourself?