The Toxic Housewife

  COVID Couture   I don't know if you can tell, but I've always been on the forefront of fashion trends.   Between work and working out (not that I take the latter seriously), I'm usually either covered in sawdust or sweat.  If I have an occasion to shower and prepare to go out in public, though, I generally try to at least look presentable.  Or, I used to try. The "looking presentable" bar has been substantially lowered in the last few years.  A few challenges are at play: 

  Can I just leave this post at that? I'm  afraid my evil plan didn't work: despite trying to embarrass Mr. C, he still wants me to write another blog post.  In fact, he seemed pretty thrilled by the last post, which -- as you may recall -- was nothing special; however, when I sent him an e-mail ('cause that's what you do now: you text instead of talk) with a link to the post, he responded back with "YEESSSSS!!"  I think that's the most-excited he's gotten about anything I've said since he was 4 (and then it was "Don't worry; you don't have to wear pants today").