It's very clean under my fridge

When I got back into town, I had no clean clothes, a fridge full of rotten food, and cetera, so I spent a week doing chores. That's sort of my version of self-love anyway. Those of us with overweeing superegoes can at least tidy up and treat ourselves to a very clean apartment. Especially when you can call in reinforcements for the hard parts and order from Fresh Direct. I'm basically one of those Real Housewives of the Upper East Side now, as my mom calls them.