I wouldn’t say I was a bad cook but when my son goes outside to make mud pies, the rest of the family grab forks and follow him.
6 Responses to “Joke 206”
I welcome your comments but be warned: I'm menopausal and as likely to snarl as smile. Wine or Maltesers are an acceptable bribe; or a compliment about my youthful looks and cheery disposition will do in a pinch.
This Is Me:
I am a little fat. I like food; what can I say? I have dull hair: mousey. I don’t wear much make-up and have no need of a dressing table. If I look like a bag lady, I chose my own clothes. If I look nice, the Hub picked them for me. Despite all this, I am a little vain. This photograph is from 2003. I had to go back that far to find one of me that I liked. But I don’t really care: my husband still thinks I’m beautiful and if he doesn’t, he loves me enough to lie about it. I’m lucky. I have two boys. They never lie to me. Still, you can't have everything.
I have the funniest readers in the blogosphere (not necessarily ha ha…)
The Laughing Housewife 
Aww lol your posts always make me laugh! Great one!
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you make me laugh too!
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stop selling yourself short on the cooking front! I can offer you a cooking confidence course for a small feee…..
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Selling myself short…? Have you tasted my cooking?
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Which one of them is the prisoner?
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They’re married; so I’m guessing both 🙂
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