Welcome to DC. This place is a bit wacky.
We have a woman that knits and sews purple clothing for her chickens. She wants them to be able to be allowed on the purple Mother Ship when she is on it. Then we have another woman who loves to riiiip off the dressings on her husband's wound. And me? I love to ride around on top speed on my scooter and terrorize the elderly folks around here. I even knock a few of them over. I like to see them fall like bowling pins.
But we have one woman whose husband refuses to stop short when driving his bus and send everyone flying. I would love to see them all on the floor of the bus.
We all have our fun activities.
But we all have one thing in common. We all love to cook.
Illegitimi non carborundum!
I don't want my last words to be, "I wish I had spent more time doing housework"