Saturday

It is 9:30 in the morning and I am waiting for the coffee to brew. Later I will make a sour cream pound cake and a dinner consisting of ribeye, twice baked potatoes, hericot verts with lemon, and a spring mix salad with homemade dressing of unknown design. Yes that is my day, planned to a tee. What I should really be doing is cleaning. Irony loves me because while it has always been my dream to be a housewife, I absolutly fucking hate cleaning. I hate it with such a passion I would rather have a real job. I mean seriously who wants to not only clean the toilet but to also clean beside the toilet, and the side, from where my husbands dog likes to pee just so he can be "cool" too. Or give my precious dog, Baby Girl/Queen Bitch a bath because Bear, my husbands dog, went pee on her for being a royal bitch. Lord only knows what she does to him, especially since Bear is the most loving, loyal, happpy, extremely excitable dog on the planet. But it happens frequently.
So what is like to be a part time housewife? Most of the time FABULOUS! I am passionate about cooking, obsessed with writing, and did I mention I am passionate about cooking? So little history...my family is from the south, and those of us that didnt have weight loss surgery are huge. So for as long as I have lived I have eaten tons of to die for food with my wonderful family.Well I had weightloss surgery in 2004 and my obsession with food has not ended. More about that in another blog. I like to cook challangeing things such as beef wellington but my husband, bless his heart, is simple when it comes to food. If it has meat, cheese, butter, some form of starch, and something that came out of the can it's "really fucking good."
Please dont gag, but then again if I was you I probably would. I am very much in love with my husband and taking care of him, honeymoon stage never really wore off and its been 4 years. Maybe it hasnt been long enough. But I still love to make sure his underwear are bleached and clean, and even love picking up his 5 day old socks that are so dirty they are moist. No, if you wondering, I am not wearing a 1950's polka dot dress with sky high heels, makeup for a night on the town,and a girdle. Nope. I am wearing my husbands oversized sweat pants, and a little boys "School House Rocks" tee shirt. But believe me, if ,could get away with the first without looking crazy I would so do it.