Like you, I feel for Sophie Gregoire Trudeau.
When I read that she’s struggling to do all the things she wants to do in a day, I immediately went to church to pray for her. I drove as fast as I could in my late model F-150 and thought of how poor Sophie has to drive around in that million dollar convertible, ruining her gorgeous hair.
Poor Sophie pleaded to a French language newspaper, “I need a team to help me serve people.”
Have you ever heard anything more horrifying?
This beautiful soul, like Mother Theresa and Princess Diana wrapped up in an expensive designer dress, needs our help. She needs us to pay for another assistant to help her manage her day.
So, I'm sending Sophie my personal chef to help ease her load. My personal chef does all the cooking when I'm busy balancing work, three kids and a husband that works in the oilpatch.
By personal chef, I mean my crockpot. Welcome to the real world, Mrs. Trudeau.