I've been bumping elbows with the housewives and geriatrics of DeKalb County for the past two weeks. Whenever I leave the house on weekday afternoons I seem to be the only person in public who doesn't have either gray hair or a toddler. Trying to find enough activities to fill my waking hours has been a task in itself, but I've somehow managed to get through my first two weeks at home without becoming a pathetic, lethargic sloth.
Mexican night was quite a hit, which included guacamole, pico de gallo, and chicken fajitas with cilantro lime rice (and Mexican sparkling water - it was a big day when I discovered the 'Hispanic food' section at Wal-Mart!). It's really too bad that I aspire to achieve more than becoming the epitome of domesticity; a few more years of this and I'd be giving Donna Reed a run for her money.
Lynn and Arlene don't know just how good they have it. I might force them to watch some Jersey Shore and see if their appreciation for me and my wholesome habits changes.