Day 4- Never send a
man to do a woman's job
I talk from experience dear
friends, never send a man to do a woman’s job!
I sent my, rather
reluctant, husband into the kitchen to make me some soup, from a packet mind
you, as I was ailing in bed. The soup tasted like dishwater, but there was a
strange gleam in my husband’s eye. That was the beginning of the catastrophe.
From packet soups to
gourmet meals, the journey has been swift, fragrant and flavorful.
And a disaster for me, and
my weighing scale. I talk from experience dear friends, never send a man to do a
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