Sometimes I wonder if I'm destined to become a listless housewife. You know, the kind that vacations in the same spot every summer with her middle-management husband and 2.5 kids. The kind that dreams of an extra-marital affair when John says he can't make it to Jimmy's baseball game because "work is crazy."
I don't know.
I hope not.
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