I pretty much hate cooking and cleaning and most domestic shit that I'm told wives are supposed to do.
Not that my house is messy or dirty, I clean I just hate doing it.
I just got home and my husband told me I have to make dinner. I wanted to chill for half a second and read the new issue of Elle.
I'm not gonna lie I can't really cook to save my life. I can make the easy shit but I'm no wolfgang puck.
So I'm making lettuce wraps and white rice cause I don't feel like doing much more than that. Maybe I'll make some edamame cause I freakin love that stuff. I could eat it all day urr day.
Then on to the dishes.... Ugghh