My kitchen is not a place to live in. I made it white so I can tell instantly if it`s not clean-and I like it clean enough to be able to eat off the floors-or the tables, for that matter.
My dad was a ham, too. He could sell those women anything. Of all his sons, I was the only one he could trust to sell as well as he could. I was proud of that.
My kitchen is not a place to live in. I made it white so I can tell instantly if it`s not clean-and I like it clean enough to be able to eat off the floors-or the tables, for that matter.
