It's 6:00 p.m. and you're starving. Throw down the briefcase, kiss the kids, open the fridge—nothing. At least not without major effort. Sure would be nice to get a knock from the dinner guy about now.

Time to clean the bathroom. P.U. All those chemicals and perfumes are nasty on the nose. Not to mention your budget.

What are Aruba, Bermuda, Hawaii and your home town? That's the answer—it's like Jeopardy backwards—can you guess the clue?

You can't do it. You'll never finish. It's too hard. You need help. Might as well paste the "L" on your forehead now—you're nothing but a big loser.