The 1930's Marital Scale (Again)

Oh Darlings, the shame. Though I pride myself on being a good housewife and a rather fabulous Mummy, it must be clear to all and sundry that I make quite the most awful wife person, and having never made it down the aisle because I keep painting my toenails bright red and will insist on keeping the seams of my stockings crooked, I am sad to report that I have fallen dramatically down the scale on the 1930's marital test.  Oh yes. This is how I roll: I once ate an onion before a date and sometimes I cook in my pyjamas. So shoot me... How do I know all this? Because I took the test again and in a rather spectacular effort, I managed to score -12 out of 100: down 34 points since I first took the test back in 2008. Clearly experience has taught me nada...

My misdemeanours are long and convoluted. Including, but not limited to...

* I can't play a musical instrument. * I cry, sulk and pout too much. * I frequently fail to wash the top of the milk bottle before using it. * I haven't got a pleasant disposition in the mornings. * I fail to comment on my potential husbands masculinity enough. * My shoulder straps are always on show. * And I frequently tell risqué and vulgar stories.

I am a disgrace. So do as I say, not as I do, won't you, and in the meantime I will try to keep my potty mouth in check and practice washing milk bottles...

-12

As a 1930s wife, I am Very Poor (Failure)

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