A Domestic Werewolf
Today, we started spring cleaning. Our house smells so much cleaner, and we generally feel better about living here (again). I walked out of the bathroom after scrubbing the tub and said to manfriend, “I just want to say, right here and now, that I’m a domestic fucking goddess.”
“More like a domestic werewolf,” he replied. “Every full moon you clean like a beast.”
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