Back in high school the group of us would sit and day dream about how our lives would turn out. Everyone agreed on this prophecy for me:
Hope will end up living in an apartment because it's low maintenance. She will have the most awesome career ever. She will wear the coolest clothes and when she greets you at the door, it will be with a glass of wine in her hand. They all declared that I would be totally sophisticated.
Dear Joseph and the shepherds. Can I get some monetary compensation for them being so wrong? I live in a home...am a SAHM.....of 3 kids. I have to do everything maintenance wise because...well, I'm the only one who will do it around here. I am involved with the Girl Scouts and am in my 8th year of taking to and from dance classes. What happened?
Oh. And I couldn't tell you what a good wine is to save my life.