Sometimes I find it eerie how well Facebook knows me. I mean, I’m pretty sure Facebook knew I was pregnant before I did. All of the ads on my news feed sidebar are right on the money. Facebook ads know the ins and outs of my consumer habits like no other. Probably better than I know them myself.

So, this morning, it came as no surprise that I was enlightened by Facebook yet again. The ad I saw read, “Can you trust your maid?”

Clearly I cannot. Heck, I didn’t even know I had a maid. I think I need to complain to his/her supervisor. I bet the phone number’s around here somewhere…you know, hidden beneath the piles of clutter and garbage that the maid hasn’t cleaned. This is really unacceptable. I hope I get my money back…