OMG I'm June Cleaver!

I rushed into the house after stopping by the store on the way home from another busy day of meetings, lunch, and conference calls. My family was 'starving' as usual, so I tied on the apron and jumped right into dinner, pulling spaghetti sauce from the freezer, chilling the romaine and slicing up the artisan french baguette (thank you, Costco bakery!)

Since everything was on target for our supper, I went ahead and mixed up a batch of triple chocolate brownies - part of a weekend food basket I'm taking over to an attorney friend of mine who had a bad accident and can't drive for 3 months (she who has a busy family of six, by the way.)

That done, I was ready to take a breather, sit a spell and watch the news. But no, the timers dinged simultaneously to say all was ready. Time to put it on the table, bless it, and dig in.

Everyone comfortably full, I got up from the table and started the clean-up. Oh wait, I finally took a second and ran to the potty. As I washed my hands, I happened to glance up and see myself in the mirror.

OMG, there I was, black apron, still (mostly) crisp white shirt and PEARLS! I had a flashback.

Remember how we used to make fun of June, cooking and serving Ward and the boys in her heels, shirtwaist and pearls. Well, tonight I GET IT! June wasn't putting on airs; she just didn't have time to change!!!!

I'm off now to slip into my comfy sweats and bunny slippers. Just had to share.