domestic dreams

i have never been what you might call domestic.  basically, i figure i have better things to do with my life.  also, the whole idea that i'm supposed to be domestic to please my husband and make his world easy and perfect... well, don't get me started on that.

but i have a dream.  i have a dream that one day, my cupboard will be completely organized with square tupperware, like this stuff.  betty crocker gets o.c.d.  it's kind of like how i wanted to own one of every shirt in every color from land's end back in the day (pretty sure they were the only company with such a color selection, back before there was american apparel).  why do all of my ambitions seem to be a) ridiculous and b) ridiculously expensive?