You know what? Being the Perfect Housewife is a lot easier when your husband, the recipient of this perfect housewife-ing (it's totally a word) is not hacking out a lung. It's very hard to clean the house when he's snorking, and it's extremely annoying when you've been perusing Food and Wine magazine and Martha Stewart Living for some delicious meals, and all he wants to eat is Campbell's chicken noodle soup. The bright yellow one in the box. This is not helping my goal Mr. V!
*Sigh*, anyway. I have a clean house! Well, that's not true (Perfect Housewives never lie, even on their blogs.) I have a clean living room, den and kitchen! I vacuumed, washed the glass sliding doors and cleaned the coffee and dining room tables! We're not going to discuss the state of our office, currently the home of a pile of wedding stuff that I have to find a home for, including my wedding tiara and possibly my veil. I suggested wearing my veil around the house as a testament to my skills as The Perfect Housewife, but I was overruled. Maybe in a couple more weeks when Mr. V is no longer coughing his lungs out and I can actually cook something other than neon yellow chicken noodle soup for him.
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