I am not a really good wife in the traditional sense.
It’s cool, though. G recognizes that my major contributions to our marriage are: setting the robo vacuum, cooking, and giving some major cheek. G is a far more domesticated creature than I could ever be and for which I am very very grateful. I never have to whinge (complain) about dirty clothes on the floor, nag about a smelly bin (trash) or that the lawn needs mowing. Hell, the man even likes to iron.
It’s no wonder then that my friends refer to G as the G-tronic 2000, and I know I am a damn lucky girl to have the only model. Read More →