Last night I came home to brother frosting cupcakes. When I came in he heated up my dinner and cleaned the kitchen.
He is an alien. I think that he has totally fucked up my expectations of what a man should do in the house- like my husband will not stand a chance. What am I going to do when he moves away and gets a grown up job? He is only here because I am providing him with a home. I am screwed... you will probably see me on an episode of hoarders.
Days like yesterday are prime examples of why one of my coworkers calls us life partners. As the blog is starting to form we are telling you a little about each of us, so you understand why together we are so, so messed up :)
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