Let’s be real here: while I’d LOVE to be a type A wife, who is able to work and put dinner on the table while keeping cupboards organized and dressing fashionably, I usually wind up more like a hot mess.
Confession 1: Snowblowing fashionista
Hey, when they said “protective eyewear” I took it seriously. Don’t be jealous – you can get a pair at Home Depot.
Confession 2: “Honey, can you pick up some more rice at the store?”
Three boxes? Really?? wait… What do I spy with my little eye??
A FOURTH box of rice hiding behind the flour. Anyone want to come over for dinner? Oh, and perhaps you noticed the spices on the microwave? That leads me to confession #3…
Confession 3: Speaking of kitchens…
Frank loves spices. He’s great at using them and mixing them and making dishes delish. The downside:
So yeah. I’ve confessed. Now I’m going to make a spicy rice dish before I go to the mall wearing my “protective eyewear.”
It’s not easy starting fashion trends.
2 thoughts on “confessions of a type a wanna be wife”
You totally cracked me up! You have spices like I have tea. I probably have at least 200 teabags in my cupboard. I should have been British.
O MY GOODNESS!!! I AM LAUGHING SO MUCH!!! i LOVE you emily!!! 🙂 i wish i could be as organized as you are…what does that say about ME??? :*