"Annie! Annie, are you up yet? I'm taking the kids to school!"

Avery's voice carries well throughout the house and reminds me of home. I'm awake, but have yet to rise. I have to now.

First stop is the bathroom. I see to Mother Nature's necessities and then my own. In the mirror, a woman with average length hair in a boring colour stared back. Her eyes peer passively back at me, and her flawless skin doesn't reveal her age.

As I brush my hair and apply just enough makeup, I wonder if thinking of myself in the third person is normal. It's not important, unlike breakfast, which Avery's prepared for me.

I have enough time to say goodbye to my family. My two children, Summer and Jim, are good kids. They're well liked, and rarely spoken of. Sure, they could be smarter, or more attractive, but they're solid B students and that's what really matters.

My stalwart husband, Avery, is as average as his children. He tries to stay in shape but it's hard to fit it all in, between helping me with the kids, church responsibilities, and his job as an accountant. He has a car in the garage that doesn't run but he swears it will one day.

As for me, as far as most people are concerned I'm a meek, boring housewife. But it makes for a good cover as the neighbourhood's number one option for the dirt on Mr. Next Door. That's right, I'm Mrs. Body, the person behind the Busy Body Private Detective Services.