I remember the day when a man's job depended on whether his wife could serve a tuna casserole AND a pound cake while maintaining that perky fillip to her do WITHOUT HAVING A TOTAL MELTDOWN (you know us ladies under pressure) and now they demand that a wife just not publish to 1/4 million people how despicable she finds her husband's clientele. OH THE SEXISM NEVER ENDS!
I've got something in the back of my refrigerator that has morphed from either animal or vegetable to fungus and is now on it's way to becoming lichen or even a new species of mushroom. I'd be happy to donate it to the cause
I remember the day when a man's job depended on whether his wife could serve a tuna casserole AND a pound cake while maintaining that perky fillip to her do WITHOUT HAVING A TOTAL MELTDOWN (you know us ladies under pressure) and now they demand that a wife just not publish to 1/4 million people how despicable she finds her husband's clientele. OH THE SEXISM NEVER ENDS!
I've got something in the back of my refrigerator that has morphed from either animal or vegetable to fungus and is now on it's way to becoming lichen or even a new species of mushroom. I'd be happy to donate it to the cause