Friday, February 8

real simple

I sit here on Friday night, in the midst of my chaotic, dusty, remodel-weary home, surrounded by my unpredictable family and my furniture that's all in the wrong places, quieting my screaming seven-week old, eating takeout because I was too tired to cook, and reading Real Simple magazine. Oh, beautiful irony!  

I've been reading this magazine for about three years, and I have yet to find Real Simple. I more often find Real Discontent. 


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