Madame Frastrada is feeling threatened and insecure by your impressive interpretive abilities. Rising to the challenge, she tells me that she spent all night in a trance, sitting on top of her refrigerator, looking at her toes, and was given this vision at three o'clock in the morning as she tried to lean over and open the refrigerator upside down to get a pickle, for which all the focusing on swollen feet had induced a craving.
"Zere ees a tremendous psykeek battle going on between you and your keetchen. All zee day, you cook and cook for theese beeg men, who once were zee small babies, and who eat and eat and demand more and more. You feel you have lost control of zee keetchen, your keengdom, and eet has turned on you, vomiting out zee food villynilly on zee floor. Your feet are tired from all the standing at a hot stove and cooking, cooking, shopping, shopping, more, more. You need a vacation, one vhere people vait on you and cook for you. Show thees to your hoosband and say Madame Frastrada says he must take you queeckly to an expenseeve resort vhere you can get a pedicure and someone else can cook, cook, cook."
I think she has something. If it works, you may borrow my dream and use it on spouse.
(Wow-the spellcheck had a field day with Madame Frastrada!) |
