Thank God for Silverware
She’s about to murder her husband, the inconsiderate bastard.
Just because she agreed to the swapping party doesn’t mean she doesn’t want to dress up for it.
Smile sweetly honey, but give him the stink-eye.
Thank God for Oneida silverware…the eating utensils that show she’s elegant, has the taste of a Vanderbilt and always makes a good showing no matter what kind of party she has. Oneida makes “a girl look good in any situation”. Whew.
Because once dinner is over, those Oneida knives will be put to good use.
Call me, Anna. I’ll help you bury the body.