Tales of an Idle Housewife.

Here we go again. Blogging. Trying this for the erm...ten millionth time?
Takes me back to the Xanga years where my posts entailed bitching about boy problems, expressing excitement for our next family vacation, or debating the drama between friends. I wouldn't be too surprised if this blog followed that same pattern. Except. I'm married now. And I have a hobby.

Cooking.

And Eating.
Cooking and Eating. Wish I could say Exercise and Cleaning were other passions that tagged along with Cooking and Eating. But let it be known from the start: I'm a lazy bitch. My days consist mostly of waking up mid morning, feeding my husband before he goes off to work. And as soon as he walks out that door, my ass is on the couch, laptop on my lap, TV turned on to Lifetime. Yup. Thats me. HD. Once known as EM, a career oriented, ambitious young girl. Now HD. A lazy, food obsessed old hag.

Ok. I'm not that old. And I'm not that bad, I promise.
I'm a 24 (going on 25) year old girl/woman/lady. Of Hindu descent. Married for 4.5 months. Learning with every new day. Today, I made my hubby dearest, Dsquared, a five layer sandwich. Deli meats consisting of chicken, roast beef, honey ham, turkey. Topped with tomatoes and lettuce, Dijon mustard and spicy mayo. Delicious.
After he took one bite, he asked "Babe, are you trying to kill me?! This bread has mold all over it!" And true to his word, it did indeed. I tried denying it at first. "Honey, thats not mold! Thats just how multigrain bread looks!". But as soon as I took a second look at the bread bag, I couldn't discredit the green blotches on the plastic covering. Dsquared started choking on his last bite, I swear he began to foam at the mouth.

My bad.

Lesson number two of the day- Dsquared just blackberry messaged me: "Ew! My jeans stink! Did you leave the wet laundry in the washer?"

Ok in my defense, they were not in the washer. And they were not technically wet! I don't get it! I ran a 70 minute dryer cycle assuming that would be enough to dry the clothes in the dryer. To my dismay, when I opened the dryer the next day to remove the laundry and fold it, they were still wet! How was I to know? I called him to promise that I would rewash those jeans tonight.

Aren't I the best wife EVER?

Off I go to clean the bathroom. Its been at least a month. Its due for a good scrubbin'.
Readers, I leave you with this song loved by a Caribbean gyal (me).