I love you so much. I started cooking for others when I was 12. Now at 54, with 3 older teenage boys and a husband at home, I am THRILLED they can get eats for themselves at Chipotle or Subway or whatever.

Dear god, does anyone remember tap pants and the wholly inadequate matching camisole thing? Tap pants were great for stuffing a whole wad of underwear up your crack. And the camisole did nothing for ample boobage, so I would wear a bra, camisole, pantyhose, heels, crack stuffer underwear, a floppy tie, and a goddamn…