Once again, depending on the kindness of strange friends (so much better than strangers) when the girls have stopped saying hilarious things:
My dear friend A slaved away on dinner. Well, the slow cooker did the slaving, but she lovingly placed everything in there and turned it on, so that still counts. With visions of a hot dinner that night, plus bountiful leftovers for some dinners that week, she was feeling on top of her game.
She triumphantly placed the dinner in front of her daughter, S.
S took one bite and said:
"Hmmm ... the taste of this reminds me of something I had that made me want to throw up."
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