Monday, 01/21/2008 - 5:01 p.m.
The dishwasher is unloaded and reloaded, ready to go. Dinner is on the table, so to speak, and I'm just waiting to dish it up. Laundry is going as fast as I can get it to go. My sheets got changed last night and the clean ones are folded and ready to be put away. My face is washed, my teeth brushed, and my hair combed.
I can pull off this housewife bullshit occasionally. June Cleaver can still suck it, though.
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