Friday was Susan's payday, it started with a pedicure and ended with a rack of ribs.
Susan's social circle has failing eyesight, when no one was able to see the menu the husband stepped in to read it out loud. After dinner, one member tore open a Wet Nap and attempted to pour it into his coffee.

Earlier in the week Susan was faced with a bare cupboard, so she took home some of the basil from the garden at Acme Sweatshop and made pesto. Susan had never fed her family pesto before, but five minutes worth of work turned her into a hero. She's going to fill her freezer with the stuff. Pesto is besto.


The Zadge said...

I can neither read a menu or a bill in restaurants these days. For all I know, I'm leaving a 70% tip.

Cupcake Murphy said...

Pesto seems too good to be true.

Meg at the Members Lounge said...

Thank God for those fake candles, otherwise I'd be setting menus on fire constantly while trying to read them.