It's official.
My husband and I need a wife.
Not for the fun stuff, mind you, but for all the duties typically assigned to the female in the family, especially down 'n dirty cleaning. (I love to cook, love to take care of our son, but loathe scrubbing or even dusting.)
Does it make me sexist to assume that another woman would be perfectly suited to do our laundry, tidy up the place and run the vacuum?
Perhaps we need a maid instead, but that sounds so luxurious and embarrassingly elitist. "Wife" has a nicer ring to it.
Until that day, though, the dust bunnies will reign.
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Thursday, June 26, 2008
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