Gosh, Abby.   I feel like the inner core of my psyche has been exposed to the world.
Of course that could be the bean dip backfiring.

Mrs. Sheldon definitely cooks better than me, but in our family the men cook for the
New Years Day potluck.

The only female of our family I have trouble with is my sister-in-law, Carla, ever
since I kicked her digusting little poodle.

You may be right. I do not belong in the kitchen. Exploring my feminine side has not
worked out very well thus far. Should I give up needlepoint too ?