My friend Jamie’s mother used to say,  “There are only two ways to get things done. You either do it yourself or pay someone else to do it for you.” My husband agrees. When he’s not working, he’d rather be riding his bike, or standing in front of the TV yelling at Alex Trebek than cleaning gutters or trading out screens for storms (although he’s inexplicably enamored with tying up tomato plants). Which leaves me to handle the big stuff. Some of which I can’t physically do. And now, entirely ignored over the summer, my to-do list is scary. If you can’t plow through yours alone either, here’s who to call.

love, erica

p.s. it’s not too late to join us Thursday night for Girls’Night Out at Mohegan Sun to benefit The American Heart Association.