Feel Better:Complain About Anything, page-399

Have to log off. Promised Consuela I would vacuum the house. I let her experience the thrill of vacuuming back in the year of 89 and she put her elbow through the dinning room window. I suspect that it may have been on purpose once the novelty wore off (damn her Machiavelian intelligence) . Nevertheless, she has been banned from said chore ever since. Tonight, however, I shall be instructing her on the subtle artistry of pastry construction. Man must have pie!