No offense, but I'm a bit tired of that statement. Every time I ask someone at work how they are, I get the "busy spiel". Most of the time I don't have the heart to ask them if they're actually accomplishing anything useful.
LAST with that bit of unpleasantness temporarily out of my system. It is Friday, there is wine...
There was a time when women were happy in the kitchen, and humbly grateful to the man who provided them with one.
A woman's productive work is to cook, say, ribs for her provider. He doesn't ask for her recipe because cooking is not his role. Similarly, a woman should not ask of a man questions whose answers are above her.
LAST - a wonderful word admitting defeat. Now, I must trundle off to bed to read somerset Maugham on my Kobo while drinking myself into a stupor with diet gingerale.
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