After months and months of just laughing at the house horror stories and NOT documenting them here, I realized that one day in the distant future I’m probably going to be contender for world’s most domestic goddess so I better start recording these stories now, so I can look back and laugh at the naive little pre-contender I once was. Basically, how can you really measure your success if you’ve forgotten where you came from??? I realized this after I took a photo of me in an old baggy shirt and nasty sweats while holding a vacuum (waiting for it to warm up) and submitted it to one of those “age enhancement” programs and the above photo came out. And it was a stark and abrupt realization - it was definitely time to start recording these stories more frequently because they wouldn’t be lasting for very long. Not when I’m world’s best domestic goddess ever!
