I feel pretty, oh so pretty.

Other than rediscovering my love for cauliflower, I've done fuckall this weekend. I mean, it's almost 7 pm and I'm still wearing the clothes I went to bed in last night.

What a waste of a day. While I wasn't overly productive yesterday, I at least went grocery shopping and to the library. I even read a book. But did I do any laundry? Did I clean the floors? Did I do anything housework-related? That would be a resounding no to all three questions. Brian did all of that. He even folded the laundry (folding- a chore I loathe almost more than anything else) and change the sheets. Not to mention the fact that he made dinner. And shoveled the driveway. Yes, I married well.

Unfortunately, his payback is to watch me tromp around the house in too-short flannel pants and a raggedy-ass shirt and scratch my unwashed head as I eat everything and anything I can lay my fat hands on. Go me!

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