Who took my Tai-Tai?

I swear, my Tai-Tai is writing another blog on her own and she goes by the name of Venomous Kate!

There, in the kitchen Hubby had "cleaned up" were pots and pans he'd washed and left to drip-dry (sans towel) on the counter where crumbs and bits of minced onion dried in a congealing eddy of cooking spills. The sides of the still bore streaks of carrot peels, and the cat had jumped onto the kitchen island to lick the dinner plates which Hubby had somehow managed to overlook.
Meanwhile, in the brief instant that I'd stood blinking in disbelief, wiping my eyes and willing myself to wake up from what I was certain was a bad dream, Hubby shuffled past me to the bedroom and managed to fall deeply, instantly, contentedly asleep.

She even finishes off with a plan for revenge! It's GOT to be her!!

Comments

[Stevo in Taichung]

Naw can't be her, she mentions something about carrot peels and you wouldn't eat girlie grub like that.