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it started to drizzle...  i dash out of my parents' house...

me:  'my clothes will get wet!'

dad:  'where?'

me:  'at my place...  in the clothesline...'

dad:  'you do laundry???'

me:  'of course!'

dad:  'i thought <mom's laundrywoman> washes your clothes...'

me:  'my sleepwear and house clothes, yes...  my outside clothes i wash myself...'

i'm pretty domesticated...  i do everything...  uhm, except cook...  which reminds me:

'a girl who does not know how to cook
should find a man who does not eat.'

c'mon!

i'd say,

'a girl who does not know how to cook
should choose a man who does.'

; )