as to my lack of domestic goddessness.

The hubs just brought the ironing board and iron up to press his shirt for our date tonight (don’t get all excited, we’re going to a wedding–you think he’d iron for me??).

Mr. 4: Dad? What’s that?
Hubs: *steals a glance at me and chuckles*
Mr. 4: I mean what does it do?

Two minutes later…

Mr. 5: Dad? What’s that?? What are you doing?

In my defense (and his), I did offer to iron the shirt for him but he wanted to do it himself. And honestly, I don’t mind ironing. It’s like vacuuming–you get immediate gratification for your efforts, but I don’t have a place to leave my iron set up so we just don’t do it much and neither of us are that partial to button down shirts–they’re just not that comfortable.

UPDATE:
Hubs gave it a shot with limited success. He’s decided to let me “take a stab” at eliminating the wrinkles. Gotta go. Off to make Fussy proud.

Or maybe I missed it.

I just lost one hour and forty minutes of my life that I can never get back.

I just watched Knocked Up.

Sure there were some funny lines, but really?

Katherine Heigl and that curly-haired dude had NO chemistry. And the woman who played the sister? Oh and Paul Rudd. Paul Rudd. What happened? Did Hollywood run out of cute boyfriend roles for you? You’re stuck playing the dopey husband now?

I know I’m late to the party with this review, but give me a break. I don’t get out to the movies much right now. And thank the goddess of discount boutique shoes, because holychristonacracker this movie would have been a GIANT waste of my money.

The great part about all of it though? My husband sat and wasted his whole evening with me watching it. And we ordered in dinner. It was a veritable date night on a Tuesday.

And last night I was compelled to sweep the floor before I went to bed.

Yep, the devil’s shopping for a parka.

Two days off a week. I know I’m lucky to have two.

Hours of cleaning the house, and you’d barely know by the looks of it.

THIS is how I want to spend my days off??!

I’m not good at this cleaning thing. I’m not!

But you should see my dish cloth drawer!!! Very organized now.