I'd make a damn good housewife.
Yesterday I vacuumed both the upstairs and downstairs, washed some windows, cleaned the toliet, washed all the rugs and chair covers downstairs, make a delicious Italian dinner for the guys at noon including homemade garlic cheesey bread, spent some quality time with half of my nieces and nephews, finished the laundry, and made homemade applesauce bread.
This morning after I made fresh cinnamon rolls for breakfast and attended church, I delivered DQ to the field. This afternoon I not only made homemade chocolate chip cookies, I delivered them still warm with an ice cold jug of milk to the field for an afternoon snack.
I don't know why I spent so much money and six years on a private school education, all I need is a rich man who will allow me to indulge in the lifestyle I've become accustomed to. That's in my head of course because we all know I'm still dirt poor for the time being. That is until I come up with the invention that will change the world and I can spend all my time, well, not working.
So why do I do it all you ask?
I'm trying to get 150 bushels for Christmas.
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3 comments:
I can't wait until you move in!!! I could use some help around here.
mwhahahahaha you've caught on to my *evil plan....
*gloriously smart
You know, OCH is ever closer to Morris. The girls would gladly share a bedroom (allowing you to have a room of your own) if it meant warm chocolate chip cookies every night for dessert.
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