So this one time, you invite muskill-man and his petite wife over for a dinner-and-movie-double-date. You spend the day scrubbing-things-over-and-over-until-everything-sparkles and cooking a four course meal, tasting everything over and over again to make sure it’s perfect. You learned this from years of training in the kitty-party culture that your mom swore by. You’re cranky because the boyfriend is taking too long to get things organized in the living room and making a mess everywhere he goes.
You send him off on random get-this-from-the-market errands every couple of hours. You’re thankful that he’s very bulliable when you’re all worked up and need him to be obedient. Once in a while he drops into the kitchen and offers to help so you can take a break, to which the Crankenstein in you responds with a glare. Continue reading of good hosts