Anyhow, since Jake is at the bottom of one of the world's most famous natural crevasses this week (Grand Canyon, not Mariana trench), the laundry room is full. I decided I better fold Clothes Mountain, which is looking more like the Rockies than the Appalachians every day, since this is my chance to prove that even a simple woman such as myself is capable of choosing hot or cold, delicate or heavy duty. But now that I think about it, perhaps I should play this thing all damsel-in-distress. I dunno. He'll be home tonight, so I've got a few hours to weigh my options.
Also, don't be jealous, but I had to turn on the air conditioning in my car today.
And, don't be jealous, but I have an entirely empty drawer in my bathroom. I haven't filled it, because it makes me feel very happy to know that if I wanted to stock up on toothbrushes or buy 200 bars of soap, I totally have a spot for them.
Who does what at your house? Do you stick to traditional sex roles, or is he the cook and you the plumber? Somehow, I got delegated the job of Pool Boy, which isn't working out so well, due to my delicate condition. I may need to trade for laundry, temporarily.