Don 8217 t Tell My Husband
I’d had a difficult night at work. State inspectors decided last night was the perfect time to surprise the kitchen. I was training a new cook, Kristen, and our clean up person failed to show, so Kristen and I ended up stayed late to wash dishes and mop the floor. The kitchen didn’t get written up for anything, thank god! I left work at 8.00 pm and drove home to a dark house. I swore I left the porch and front room lights on but the house was dark. The friggin’ bulbs burnt...