Anonymous wrote:
Anonymous wrote:it's not the vagina. It's the breasts. Didn't you know that everyone else's house has these special appliances -- like dishwashers, ovens and washer/dryers -- where one apparently has to insert one's breasts into the apparatus somehow in order to get them to work?
I did not know this.
Yet it explains why I am a failure because I bring bags of chips to potlucks that are the only things fully eaten at said potlucks, though.
BAD WOMAN BAD
Perhaps your friends' cooking is really bad?
Also, assuming you have the good cooking hubby, make him make something. Safeway cookies are an abomination.