Housewife

One of my friends that carries the quarantine, like me, successful professional, serious and circumspect told me, sit down. Zas, I thought, when some of my fellowship I say, it is, at least, and under his concern, not alarm us with the grave. If you have read about Lynn Redgrave already – you may have come to the same conclusion. I ignored the hand came brava. And while a charred steak smoked whole department told me, I dedicate myself to be a homemaker. At that time I did not know, if you hold firm in the chair not to slip right in fainting or off the incipient fire that came from the smoky grill.

It had a flu that had momentarily stunted the senses of taste and smell. And only realized, with my flight to the burner that something was definitely well in his new electric cooker. At that time I did not know whether to believe him or blame his brand new state of bliss of midlife crisis. Far from being intimidated by the morocho mishap, as I confessed all plump: for my brand new state of a housewife, I bought a toaster. The very idea that something burn in char smoke and then again scared me and invited her to sit in his lounging chair subtly suggesting his own house, take a tea. It seemed less complicated if the boiling water than anything else to run the same sort of burned pork chops with a personal touch Amorocho. Yes, “said consubstantial with his current inspiration, I go shopping, take kids to school, go to parent conference, cooking.