By: Chrysa Smith   There I am. Vacuum in one hand; dust cloth in the other. Draped in pearls. Dressed in high heels and of course, a nice dress. Of course it's a dream, as I don't pretend to enjoy housekeeping. Though I must say, once it's done, I get some jollies out of the fact that it all looks so good. And my neurotic 'orderly' tendencies are calmed. So it is with [...]