How to Piss Off a Housewife in 10 Easy Steps

Due partly to circumstance, partly to choice, I am a housewife.  No, it’s not what I imagined for myself.  It’s not what I went to college for or dreamed of as a young girl.  Cleaning up spills and brightening my whites is certainly not contributing to my Roth IRA.  But for better or for worse,…

Office Space

A few weeks ago my husband came home and spoke the words every non-working spouse dreads: “I have to work from home for a while”. I started working when I was fourteen, wearing the stink of spoiled soft serve and making blizzards you couldn’t spill at Dairy Queen for $3.25 an hour.  I worked retail, did…