...but a womans work is never done. My grandma had this on a plaque in her kitchen for 40 years, it may sound old-school, but sometimes it's kind of true. I just cleaned out the office and my closet (yikes) - I'm worked!
Oh, the irony. This is exactly how I felt last night as my husband sat in front of his lap-top (doing "work" I guess) as I got laundry done, lunches packed, swim bag packed, and wiped counters. Hmpf.
{what I love} I love to gather friends and throw a great party, designing invitations that make people gasp with delight, the color yellow, my two beautiful daughters, nice weather, corona's w/lime, coconut lotion, my family & friends, piper lane, sipping a latte while browsing Anthropologie, hanging with my hubby on the beach and just enjoying life's little pleasures.
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Oh, the irony. This is exactly how I felt last night as my husband sat in front of his lap-top (doing "work" I guess) as I got laundry done, lunches packed, swim bag packed, and wiped counters. Hmpf.
so so so true!
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