Becoming Domestic

I've recently realized that I need to become more domestic. So tonight I decided to cook my new specialty...chicken alfredo pizza. Now I know that you are all really impressed and that you are now realizing that no suitable young returned missionary should read this because he will want to come marry me immediately because of my domestic skills. But wait....my domestic skills go far beyond that....in the last month I have gotten down the art of loading the dishwasher (I HATE unloading but I love to load), I have cleaned a filthy bathroom with bleach on my hands and knees, I have unclogged a hairy drain a few times, I have bleached my kitchen and vacuumed the hall. You see I think these talents of mine are just being developed. I can't wait to accumulate many more within the next couple of years and just see what is down my domestic road. I am thinking that one day I'll take the meaning of housewife to a new level. Heaven knows that I am way too pretty for all of this dirty work so I better have a husband who appreciates it (unlike my roommates) and he better be a man who doesn't expect it of me, he better not make me do all the work and he better give me a couple of days a week to recouperate from all of the household labor....