I'm such a lousy cook
my cat only has three lives left.
When we go
on a picnic, the ants bring Rolaids.
I don't
throw anything out. Last year the Health Department condemned my refrigerator.
My husband does a lot of the cooking around our house. At least, I think
he does. I eat out myself.
They say the great chefs put a lot of feeling
into their cooking. I put a lot of tobasco in mine--you can feel that for days!
I really hate to cook. For breakfast I had a tub of
Cool Whip.
My idea of a "Happy Meal" is any meal I
don't have to cook.
