Mad Housewife My Ass
I asked Justin the other day if he would buy me a bottle of wine (or six) when he stopped at the store to pick up stuff to make this.
So, imagine my surprise when I opened the refrigerator door to find this:
What. The. Hell.
He thought it was funny.
You know, because I kind of am a mad housewife.
For those of you who watch Sex and the City (the shows, not the crappy movies), remember when Charlotte’s husband got her a cutout of a cardboard baby as a “joke” when they found out she couldn’t have kids of her own?
Yeah. It’s kind of like that.
I mean… I can’t imagine why he saw this and thought of me.
It’s not like there’s a resemblance.
*The best part is what the bottle says on the back: “Somewhere near the cool shadows of the laundry room. Past the litter box and between the plastic yard toys. This is your time. Time to enjoy a moment to yourself. A moment without the madness. The dishes can wait. Dinner be damned.”
YES! Why make dinner when you can have WINE instead?