Tuesday, April 2, 2013

Eating my words

In high school, my beat up Jansport backpack sported a number of sassy buttons.  Most memorable, and ironic, given my current life, is the one that read, "The only thing domestic about me is that I was born in this country."  Times have changed.

I see my life now as being rather shockingly domestic.  Most of my labor and energy goes into child-rearing, household maintenance or domestic witchery.  I guess the lesson here is that your words can come back and bite your backside, no matter what your intentions once were.

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