I'll blame it on you.

Sleeping Beauty in bed, Cinderella in the company, and in the kitchen Belle with a pot of porridge cooking itself. That's my recipe for a happy life. My husband, however, sees it differently. He wants a courtesan for bed, a lady for company and a housekeeper for the kitchen. But why not give him eight women instead of three? I mean, we're all wonderful. Both fiery and lazy. I've been there, I've been there, I've been there. Alive and dead. Kind and shaky. Just read about them and you will see that it would be a shame to miss some of them.