I Can Cook and I Can Dance......

Hey,
Our house smells good today on account of the potato soup I made, and the
corned beef my trophy wife Betty made. Great Irish day and a great Irish meal,
whattayagonnado? Betty has been teaching me how to cook for the past ten
years or so, and every day I get a little better.I know I'm a better cook than a
card player, but since I'm a horrible card player, that could mean my cooking is
barely edible, you know what I mean? Let's just leave it at this;I can cook, and I
can dance, but cards.....fuggetaboudit! We have a lot of fun in the kitchen,but honestly,
if I were to teach her how to play golf, it would more than likely turn out just like
playing cards, and I would end up suicidal! She can't beat me in everything, can she?
Did I tell you that she has always been an oasis for me? You know, a beautiful fruitful
garden in the middle of a gynormous sand trap. That's Betty.
It is what it is.
Try the veal, I'll be here all week!
Uncle Donnie