The wonders of being domestically challenged.
Sookie (not her real name) cooks for me.
Ok, so she doesn't actually cook for me, but she cooks a lot and I get the leftovers.
Everyone knows that I am 'domestically challenged', I don't cook. I microwave, I barbeque, but I don't cook. Sookie takes pity on me and when she cooks for the kids (5 grandkids) I get the leftovers. The other girls get their noses out of joint. "She never brings us dinner."
"Ya, well you can cook for yourselves.....I don't cook."
The other night I got roast beef, spicy chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy. Oh, and a lasagna.
Don't hate the player.