I remember the day clearly. I was standing at the little kitchen island in the little one-bedroom apartment that we were renting on the campus of the small college we were attending. We were two weeks married and I was going to surprise my husband by fixing supper. Up until then, I had been feeding him a steady diet of…
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I am domestically-impaired. (No, really…I am.) When company is coming I have been known to hide dirty laundry in the bathtub and dirty dishes in the oven. In our house, on the rare occasion when our clothes ARE clean, it is not uncommon for them to stay in the basket by the dryer for indefinite periods of time. (After all,…
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