So my kitchen looks like this right now:
And I totally feel this chick right now:
I blame exhaustion, stress, hormones, and blah, blah, blah. But did you see the kitchen? Yeah. And that is all I have to say today. Except for maybe this idea I have of sneaking off to bed before Taurus Man does this thing he does and waits until I'm about to hit the hay before he asks me about some wifely thing I'm supposed to do like steam his shirts or find his pants or figure out his lunch and all that. *tiptoes away quietly*
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