maybe you didn't know?

last night, my friends, i was the ultimate housewife... minus the baking. so maybe not "ultimate" at all, maybe just "great" or "awesome" or "amazing".

get this: i got home from work and showered (i don't always shower after work because some nights i have baseball or go to the gym and showering three times a day can't be good for your skin) and then did all sorts of domestic things. i went to two grocery stores (farm boy has a much better selection of everything fresh) and bought all sorts of food. then i got home, started the laundry and cleaned up (including dishes and general tidying - oh! s! we have a pile of your stuff in the dining room), and started cooking. peppers were on sale at farm boy so i bought 12 (we really like peppers) and cut them all up all while frying ground turkey for spaghetti. i managed to keep the cats at bay and got all the peppers cut up, the ground turkey cooked and the sauce made, the pasta cooked, cheese shredded ("j's invention" - he didn't really come up with it but he likes it so much that he's claimed it as his own creation - shredded real cheese on pasta instead of stinky parmesan, try it), garlic bread heated, laundry done, dishes done, and s's pile made.

j gets home after being out all afternoon. no lie. all afternoon. they went out for lunch and never went back. their table went through 15 pitchers. anyways, he gets home a little drunk but was really good about helping me pull everything together and being really thankful that he has such a domesticated family (our cats wouldn't survive an afternoon in the wild). he said i was the best wifey ever.

and now we have 9 peppers all cut up ready to eat. this is our attempt at getting more veggies in our diet. i still have to chop up the broccoli i bought (broccoli tastes best with dip in my opinion) but there's no more laundry and the house is relatively clean.

see what i can do when i get enough sleep? i've been so peppy this week and adventurous and obviously industrious. i even had the best catch of my life at my game the other night. oh, and my batting slump is officially over - i went 2 for 3.

and the moral of the story is that this girl thrives on sleep and can be domestic when the mood hits.