There are days I think I was born in the wrong era.

I never thought I belonged in the 1930s, though... more like the 1830s.
Alas, I am born now, and use computers instead of a butter churn. Though I do own a butter churn...


As a 1930s wife, I am

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1 comment:

Matt said...

As a 1930s husband, I am Very Superior. But as a 1980s husband, I am probably Even More Superior Than That, what with being able to solve the Rubik's cube and all. And I love folk music, so as a 1960s husband I am somewhere in the range of Totally Amazing.


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