This is exactly how I feel. Today I am sitting in my house, feeling sorry for myself. I just feel icky. Don't tell Wonderman how lame I'm being. He's working so hard, it just makes me feel ickier to compare us. Bleh. Tomorrow will be better. I'll just decide not to feel icky. That always works.
A mix of flavors, all of them summing up to a default housewife (but not yet a home-maker), grammar nazi, and generally friendly baker of cookies. And now momma.
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