If I never saw a toothbrush again, I'd be a very happy woman. I might be a friendless woman, and my husband may never kiss me again, but at least I wouldn't have to relive the horrors I experienced today. Every day since work has ended I've been checking things off my to-do list and today I decided to tackle the refrigerator. Well, the bleach water solution and rags just weren't doing the trick, so I got an old toothbrush and went at it. Three hours later and probably some callouses from scrubbing so hard, I was finished.
Now for the part of the story I can't believe I'm publicly revealing...
Some days I get done with the housework and think, "Hmm, I bet not a single soul (except for maybe Ben) even has a hint of an idea of the meticulous, OCD inspired, travail I have just endured." So to appease my disconcerted mind, I took pictures of the before and after of the fridge project. No...I'm not that pathetic to post pictures (not to mention my friends would probably never eat at my house again if they saw the before pictures) but just to keep them for a day or two and remind myself of two things, "It's good to be a housewife!" and "Label that toothbrush so it does not by mistake ever enter another human mouth again."
About Us
When I tell most people that I met my husband when I was 15, I usually get a quizzical look or a few raised eyebrows, but for those of you who know us, it's a pretty neat story. Married on July 1, 2006 there hasn't been a dull day since. I tend to be a bit obessive compulsive, a little bit too planned, I wear my emotions on my sleeves, and usually stick my foot in my mouth at least once a day, but I have a patient husband and we tend to even each other out. We are definitely better together than apart. -Noelle
