glad we’re not living in the 1930’s
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I knew it!
I knew I should be sleeping with curlers in my hair and following dear hubby around like a little lamb singing praises about everything he’s doing wrong and darning my children’s socks endlessly with a smile on my face!
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39 As a 1930s wife, I am |
