My name is Gravy Train and I am a newly minted San Francisco housewife. Not a housewife in the traditional sense, my primary occupation is still my PR job, but a housewife nonetheless. I run my new household armed with a ton of registry gifts and knowledge imparted to me courtesy of Food NetworkMy husband is in “finance” and I am in “communications,” yes cliché 80’s NYC coupling but whatever, it works. I can provide access to sought after locations, venues, et cetera and he can provide the means to ensure all parties involved have a dandy old time…isn’t that a matchmade in yuppie heaven?
So this is my story as I move from being a mama's girl to an "SF Housewife" all in one fell Harry Winston clad swoop.
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OH Lover Muffin! You're back! I changed the link on my blog.
Seriously though, you are the real housewife of SF...cinnamon enchiladas and all.
OMG. I can't wait to see what happens in next week's episode!!! What kind of fruit will you be holding in the opening credits? I guess it doesn't really matter as long as it's encrusted with multi-faceted diamonds.
D - Yes, you know I get blog envy...woo hoo. OMG, my sad cooking, I don't know how this NYE dinner thing is going to work out...bring tums yo.
YZA - I will be holding diamond encrusted grapes of course!!! That or rice, not sure. Now, I need to find myself a Nae Nae, D won't do because she is so fab...DARN IT.
Um. Okay, you got a fucking HARRY WINSTON engagement ring?
Please, pretty please, let me see pictures. I must live out my trophy wife fantasy vicariously through you. Thanks.
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