It’s so funny how hubby tells me that money doesn’t grow on trees. “Stop spending money on your Keto Bullshit….. No more Amazon for you,” he says.

So why is it, when its 7am and I’m standing in the kitchen in my underwear with yesterday’s hairdo, that the contractor knocks- then enters, and says, “I’m here because hubby wanted all the high hat bulbs to be the same level”?