The dotted line

Not much happening today. Well to much happened yesterday, so I guess it Yin-Yang's everything out. Just like ironing, something I am so good at but also something which I don't like. Somehow I cannot cook to save my life, cannot even clear up my kitchen table, and yet when it comes to clothes I become a wizard. Talk about the women who have nothing else to say except for how to wash whites brighter than white. I am one of them, minus the talk. And talk about the expert ironing, I am one of them also. And it didn't take University. I just had to do it one day since nobody else was around, and hey it was so easy. Then women complain about being chained to the kitchen sink, the ones that put 'housewife' on the dotted line when it comes to occupation. Complain? About what? They don't even have a boss. They can sleep in if they feel like it. They can watch Jerry Springer shows back to back. So I don't know how to cook, but I see my Mister and he does it like a pro. It also doesn't take all day. Housewife? Are they really married to a house? Or married to a couch more likely. I would love writing 'housewife' on the dotted line. I wouldn't cook, I wouldn't waste time at all, I'd get my beauty sleep in shape. I mean a woman is entitled to that at the very least. But we unlucky working women cannot afford that. We have to drag ourselves up (at least I do), go and face a boss, a workplace with all of it's pluses and minuses. I have yet to see the day when I can put 'housewife' on the dotted line. But then I'm no wife. Girlfriend one day, mistress another, mother, daughter, sister..... that's what I'd write on the dotted line. Too bad it's such a short dotted line.