Tuesday, August 10, 2004
Channelling June Cleaver
Matt says I'm turning into Barbara Billingsley, aka June Cleaver.
And while I'm not greeting him at the door wearing a starched dress, large pearl necklace, full makeup and heels (yet! I swear I'm going to do it one day just to freak him out---'how was your day, dear?' as I hand him a martini glass filled with sparkling water...); I have been living the life of the happy homemaker.
Dinner when he comes home. Baked goods each week. I've even begun a starter dough (had I typed started a starter, I may have been visited by Jurisfiction).
I listen to Big Band and Doris Day CD's. I cook in my 1950's kitchen...I'm turning into a retro housewife!
Matt says I'm turning into Barbara Billingsley, aka June Cleaver.
And while I'm not greeting him at the door wearing a starched dress, large pearl necklace, full makeup and heels (yet! I swear I'm going to do it one day just to freak him out---'how was your day, dear?' as I hand him a martini glass filled with sparkling water...); I have been living the life of the happy homemaker.
Dinner when he comes home. Baked goods each week. I've even begun a starter dough (had I typed started a starter, I may have been visited by Jurisfiction).
I listen to Big Band and Doris Day CD's. I cook in my 1950's kitchen...I'm turning into a retro housewife!
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