Domesticated Female?

06Nov08

Two months into my job in New York City Big Law sans any witty insights.  Shameful, I know.  I can say, however, that work is not the highlight of my life.  At least not right now.  Cupcakes, however, have become a reason to live.  So has Mr. Zegna, kittens, my family, planning trips to Argentina and Europe, dreaming of my wedding to Mr. Zegna, dreaming of marital bliss with Mr. Zegna, interior decor, my Cuisinart crockpot, and my American Express True Value Card (since I find 3% back on our restaurant tabs absolutely thrilling — you know what that means, right?  Theoretically, you could be getting money back for nothing but DRINKING.  Doesn’t that sound wrong?  So bad, it’s good?).  

This is my reality.  This is the life I’m living.  But when I step back and re-read what I just wrote, I have to wonder:  When did I become such a pussy? (I think it was when I moved to Hoboken.)   First of all, why am I perusing the Wedgwood website and hunting for bathroom accessories when Saks is having a pre-season sale?  Why am I dreaming of marital bliss when I have the opportunity to be the man-eating power woman of my childhood dreams?  And WHY are cupcakes winning out over a self-flagellating diet of steamed whatever and large sugar-free french vanilla lattes?  I’ve gone soft.  Stay tuned for posts about  baking, quilting, and poodle breeding. 

Is this the beginning of the end?

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