I was at work when I got an email from the husband yesterday afternoon. We were going to have a small dinner party in the evening, and the e-mail was of the anxious kind, reading something like “the pesto turned out too bitter (too much basil), the house is a mess, the boys have destroyed their room, and I don’t know how to get the meringues the way you need them! Please hurry home”. The husband sounded like a desperate housewife.
By Lovain
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