Every woman needs at least one friend whose house is a bigger disaster than theirs. I am proud to say I have always been that woman for my friends. When my husband and I are alone in the house, we thrive in our mess since our priorities are perfectly compatible. The crisis occurs with my daughters before the new boyfriend becomes the husband. Then I am expected to indulge in a mad frenzy of cleaning so he won’t realize until the ring is on his finger what genes his children will inherit.
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