I felt like June Cleaver today. I made cookies, cleaned the tub and its accessories, did laundry, and made a really interesting meal, Moroccan Orange Chicken with Couscous. I did all dishes between and after each mess/meal. My house is in hand. It feels good!
However, when it comes to relaxing this evening, I'm not like June. While she'd spend the evening darning the Beaver's socks as Ward reads interesting news articles to her, I'd like to watch a psychological thriller, like The Hand That Rocks the Cradle, or What Lies Beneath. But it's CSI night, and I'll be watching that with David. Actually, they're pretty interesting, if I can endure the icky body stuff...
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