I am a domestic goddess. Also, it’s opposite day.
So, remember that Allison 2.0 bullshit I told y’all about a while back?
We’ve had a slight change in casting.
Meet, Allison 0.5.
Let us count the ways I have regressed, shall we?
We will start with a tour of my two year old’s room.
Not too bad, huh? It’s pretty clean and there are pictures up and everything!
And not just any pictures!
I totally have one of those “My First Year” picture frames. You know, the ones that chronicle the first 12 months of your precious child’s life, all in one place.
Let’s take a closer look.
We have this drawer in our kitchen.
I’ll just let it speak for itself.
I’m constantly telling the man, “Oh my god, dude, the trashcan is right next to the drawer! Lazy!”
But, come a little closer and I will tell you a super top secret secret…
Come on, don’t be shy.
Just a liiiiiittle closer….
Ewww, not that close weirdo.
Okay, there is good.
I, too, let the beer caps fall where they may.
Which would be in the drawer, next to the bottle opener, three steps from the trashcan.
Back to the drawing board….