I’m slipping today…dragging a little. Tomorrow I’ll catch up. I finally got a good list of scenes I want included so far, though. That’s the extent of my plotting…mid-draft I come up with a plan. Oh well, it’s worked for me so far!

but not for me! Bill so sweetly took Beth to Henne Jewelers yesterday and bought her a necklace for her birthday. That’s not until December 24th, but I couldn’t have been happier if he had bought something for me. He had the gift wrapped and it made it all the way home, wrapped and bagged. Then her brother asked what was in the bag and she promptly opened it and showed him. Bill said he told her she wasn’t allowed to open it until her birthday…she’s turning three…like any girl could hold the green little box beribboned with white, and not open it…she’s my daughter for goodness sakes…but it was sweet, very very sweet.

If you’ve been reading the blog for a while, you know all about my underwear situation. The latest layer of self I’m taking a look at is my bra situation. It sucks too. But when I think about it, I never have had a bra I love. Not even when Victoria’s Secret was the store of the day…

It could be the fit, but here’s the problem with that. If I go for a fitting, I’m walking out of the store with a $350 bra because the sales lady will convince me the fitting is of no use if I don’t purchase the super-duper modern, made from a complicated combination of lycra, cotton and space age materials type bra. And then I’ll have to fork over another $500 when I stop at the divorce lawyer I’ll be needing because of the obscene bra purchase.

So I need your help…what’s your bra brand? What works well? And don’t go to the default Victoria’s Secret, or other expensive brand just because it’s expensive…There has to be a decent bra out there that doesn’t cost $40, right? Or maybe not. Clearly I’m in the dark.

Or is this simply my “cheap item?” Everyone has one. One item they simply can’t spend too much money on because it just seems wrong. For instance, one guy I know who is rather wealthy, generous, and not afraid to spend, goes crazy when his wife uses too much duct tape…that’s right, “that stuff’s expensive,” I heard him say with my own ears. My “cheap item,” is def. the bra. I just can’t stand the thought of spending a lot of money on one or four or six.

A little help here. Please.

moving right along…

Just one more phrase that brought someone to housewife cafe…I mentioned thong when referring to Mimi insisting her son where thongs in the shower at the pool…hehehehe…not what the web-cruiser was looking for at all.

Not in my marriage. NOt yet anyway.
But two of my faithful readers.
Upon reading my grumpy post yesterday, the husband of the pair suggested to his wife I change the site name to something like “AngryHousewifecafe.”
This apparently sparked a feud that lasted for hours and spanned topics not addressed in my blog. Jimmy Carter even came up. Now that’s a fight. From Housewifecafe to Jimmy. I’d say that’s a good post if it gets that kind of mileage.
All I have to say is:
NEXT TIME, POST YOUR ARGUMENT HERE! Please. Let me capitalize on your marital problems….I hope the husband in question (if he’s reading) knows I’m kidding. I am.

And I agree, I do sound like an angry housewife.
I feel like the last few posts, other than the happy agent ones, are grumpy.
I don’t like that about myself, but who is chipper all the time?
I have an extremely blessed life and so much of it is possible because Bill works his ass off.

BUT, so do I.

And WE decided together what our family unit would look like when we had kids. I’m actually a million times more understanding than many people I know. But those people aren’t blogging about their husbands. They’re too busy holding hands watching their kids play in the park…hehehehehe…

Trust me for every one of you who cringes because of the nature of my complaints, there are ten women thinking “YOu dumb ass woman. How are you letting your life run this course.”

I love my life. If I won an obscene amount of money I truly wouldn’t change one thing. I wouldn’t even move.

But that doesn’t mean I can’t be pissed that my husband’s timing is the worst in the world…I mean the worst.

God knows he’s always pissed because my housewife skills aren’t up to snuff. And I mean, he tells me about it all the time. And I wish I was better at it, but by the time I’ve done the kid stuff, cleaned and had the house messed up fourteen times, I don’t feel like doing it again. I want to write. I want to think about something other than the house…

But isn’t this just the way it goes? Do you know anyone who doesn’t gripe about stuff? Luckily Bill has a great sense of humor…No, we can’t all just get along all the time…

Look.
I’ve cycled down into the murky depths of Crazy housewife. I’m having an argument with myself…this is def. crazy.

I promise my next posts will be happy…

Whoo, hooo! Upon finishing up my grumpy wife–which really translates to grumpy husband–post, I checked my site traffic and looked at the referral threads that are leading people to my site. Someone looked up Grumpy Husband and guess what came up? Housewifecafe is #1 out of 600,000 some hits on the words Grumpy Husband…How ’bout that???

Yeah, it’s meaningless. But it made me smile. Some other referrals: people looking up nudity (thanks to the contest) underwear, recipes, Victoria Secret…the people clearly looking for some sexy stuff, only stay a second.

Literally.

They scramble from the site so quickly it registers as a 0.0 second visit.

But makes me laugh, so its good.

I just need to clarify under no circumstances do I feel as though I’m perfect…I could recite my list of faults without blinking an eye (bad cliche’)…but I won’t, it’s my blog…Still I love you Bill, I really do…although I hope you miss this post, somehow…