That is a difficult task. How can I be Mrs Nice on a Friday, and then continue into a Sunday pretending to be Mrs. Nice. I am deeply troubled by my ineptness. Starting now, I will no longer be Mrs. Nice. .... so, I will finish the very last drop of the Mr. Husbandmans glass of red wine.... while he isn't looking, because he is busy cleaning the kitchen, after the wonderful Sunday dinner he has just made....
Wait a minute... he beat me to it.
Now there's real trouble.
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