The First Time

This is the first post of Stop, Drop, and Ro.

Right now I’m drinking a screwdriver, congratulating myself on being a domestic diva all freaking day.

Every now and then I get a little neurotic and I reorganize and clean everything. Today was one of those days. I’m the kind of girl that has an incredibly well stocked kitchen but lately it has gotten out of control. I had a bajillion baking ingredients, and I started to find multiple bags of the same thing, all open, but in different places. It was time to check expiration dates and to taste everything because who wants to eat chocolate chips that taste like curry? No one.

There was also the coffee/candy/cat stuff cupboard which is now just human oriented.

Hot Husband fixed the built-in-vacuum and that was a real treat not having to lug the shop vac around the house.

I also put away the four purses that I’ve been floating between all week. Yeah, four. I’m indecisive, but I’ve been taking transit and the small purses don’t work when you have to pack an extra pair of shoes, umbrella, lunch, and ereader.

Folded and put away the laundry. I should get a gold star for this, it only took me a week.

I even went grocery shopping, which surprisingly I really hate doing. Why? I’m not sure. I love to cook and bake and ingredients are most certainly an asset for those endeavours.

I’ll leave you with a song.