To say I never expected to be a "housewife" is an understatement. I never even expected to get married, to be honest with you. Not because I have anything against marriage, on the contrary, I just hadn't found
"the one" by the time I hit forty, so I figured it wasn't happening.
But after 42 years living on my own, 25 years working in retail and 20 years living in urban Chicago , I now find myself married, with three dogs, unemployed and living in a lovely, cranky old house on the outskirts of Detroit...with a yard and a laundry list of DIY projects, most of which I would like to transfer to a "please do it for me" list (PDIFM if you will).
I have no experience gardening even less experience keeping a house and the last time I fixed a leaky toilet I ended up with a flooded basement and a big plumbing bill, but I'm nothing if not tenacious. Stick around and see how it goes......
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