The other woman

This is the other woman in my husband’s life, Nootka Rose. He spent nights and weekends with her over the last few months, readying for a boating date with other guys and their mistresses.

If I must share him, she’s certainly a lovely enough competitor. But she can’t cook worth beans.

5 thoughts on “The other woman”

  1. hahahaha, nice!
    if your husband likes a good chocolate dessert, he will certainly forget about her when you make this one: (we made it this weekend and its amazing. so amazing that tim doesnt want to share with anyone. he said he actually does not even want to share it with me, but has to since i made the biggest part of it (he helped too))

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