Fact: I am a 1950′s housewife trapped inside the body of a career woman.
The only reason I went to college was to find myself a husband. That’s right. I might as well have tattooed “MARRY ME” on my forehead. Looking back, I don’t know why I wasted so much time thinking about marriage when I should have been experimenting with controlled substances.
My plan was very … vintage. I was only getting a degree to fall back on in case my husband died or lost his limbs. I never planned to have a career. I wanted a man, some children, and a double oven – in that order.
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Modern Mommy Madness 