Some days I feel more domestic than others. But they are few and VERY far between. This was one of those domesticated days.
While I didn't do what I've wanted to do - change the clothes in my closet to the appropriate season - I did what John could never do - sort out the woodworking magazines littering the house. (Actually, they consumed his vanity in the master bathroom, but I don't wanna embarrass him...so ssshhhh, don't tell.)
I tossed about a ton of my old mags too and it all felt so good.
I also tried to start dinner a bit earlier by defrosting a whole chicken in the morning...but since it was a rock at 6 - and it was a Friday - and a little medical procedure knocked John on his butt, we went with our pizza fall back.
Thanks Pizza guys up the street!
Oh well...I'm hoping that bird'll be toast on Sunday.
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