I have been watching bad Scottish family dramas about a laird and his family. The lady of the house is a quaint woman who spends her day painting, lounging, dawdling, wandering and fiddling. After watching her for some time, I realized I have found my calling. I need to be a lady of leisure.
I have all the qualifications. I like to sit. I like to paint. I like to draw. I like to cross stitch (in fact I'm working on a new pattern now which will likely keep me busy until my mid-forties) and I could learn to knit or crochet if I worked at it. I like to sleep in and lay around and I love to nap. But, most of all, I like especially to do nothing.
It's highly unfair that I should have to work knowing that my life is best suited to having my every whim catered to and being waited on hand and foot.