Unless I’m planning on doing something really interesting on Sunday, Saturday is my day off. I don’t cook (usually). I don’t run errands. I don’t think about menu plans, or go to the grocery store. I might go shopping, but not that kind of shopping.
Sunday, on the other hand, is my day for being a good little housewife. I make a menu plan. I go to the grocery store, and clear out the fridge of old leftovers and milk that’s gone bad. I take the trash out and try to figure out if this is a recycling week or not (usually solved by looking up the street to check whether my neighbors have put theirs out, since they apparently actually kept the schedule that the town sends out every year). I do laundry and change my sheets. I’m so very very boring. Read the rest of this entry ?
Monday Night Dinner 