white wedding

For as long as I can remember I have been looking through these little white wedding albums, of my parents and of my aunts and uncles, every time I visited my grandparents -- I have probably looked through those old albums a thousand times.  

Tonight was no different.  As we were talking I asked my grandma how old she was when she got married.

Twenty, she says.  I say, Wow, you were so young!  We were considered old, she says, grandpa was twenty-two.  That's what you did back then, she says. You got married, bought a house, and had kids.  So did you work? I ask.  She says, I got married in June and quit my job in September. 

Hmmm, I just got married in June and quit my job in September, I say.

Oh shit, am I a housewife?