I just interrupted my own neurotic vacuuming session to start a blog.

My mother (and her friends) have been begging me to blog again since their travel daydreams during my watered down posts about backpacking five years ago.  The problem with blogging is that I generally complain about everyone and everything around me.  Though this makes for interesting banter and often annoys my closest friends, it's not particularly something you want to blog about (read: I am complaining about people who could potentially read this).

Enter this thought: YOU DON'T HAVE TO BLOG ALL THE COMPLAINING.

Wait. What?

Okay, so that means, I can write about interesting things, boring things, and things that don't directly detail my anger with the world and the people and things in it.  I'm talking about you -- cat that is covering my freshly vacuumed sofa with hair.  (Just kidding.  She can't read.  She's a cat!  I'm not crazy.)  That being said...

Welcome to the world of Mallory.

I am 27 (and a half!), employed full-time, living alone (with my cat) in a studio apartment.  I spend my Friday nights cleaning, my Sundays at Disneyland and my weekdays watching Netflix.  I am a part-time baker, a full-time shopping addict and most of all:

I want someone to make me a housewife.

And thus, a blog is born.  This is my journey to becoming a housewife.