Nothing sadly now forbids
You feeding crap to our kids
Since you walk'd right out the door
Where I might step in before
Now I can step in no more.
Think of all the time you save
Putting trays in the microwave
Time enough to shave your hair
To hell with decent childcare
If you look good in underwear.
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Author:
Jabberwocky (
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Good write, back in my youth microwaves had not been around so Mum had to cook properly and always did even when they got a microwave, and from that early beginning I have now now been cooking for over sixty years where mum had taught me.
My family is Italian, so fresh food was always important and mealtimes too.
My mum always made too much and lots of variety.
My ex doesn't make any effort unfortunately, her focus is on other things.
Interesting frog.... or rather toad. They don't usually have teeth or breasts in my limited experience.
I think it's proper name is Bufo Buffo
🙂
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