Adventures in Marriage

I stumbled across this Marital Rating Chart from the 1930's the other day, and Nolan and I are sort of whimsical, and because I have a compulsion to complete every test with which I come into contact, we both took it.

The mind reels as to how these were used. Were they circulated in a magazine? Where the husband comes home, licks his pen, looks over his glasses at his wife and scores her worth on a sheet? How messed up is that?

Nevertheless, I think just by glancing at this, you can see I would have sucked out loud as a wife in the 1930's.

( A complete an utter failure. *sobs* )

But man. I'm glad we're not in the 1930's. Yikes.

*waves red fingernails around*

That cartoon bird is NOT braiding MY hair.

All you girls with daughters, or fancy yourself a princess, go to this site. It's fun. I just spent twenty minutes making myself into a slightly chubby, annoyed princess.

Art imitates life, it does.