första advent (!!!)

starting to  get effing tired of never being able to cook food properly, I mean, I do after all need to satisfy my female needs. This morning I boiled my eggs in the kettle (Maria Uribe-style), which I poured down like half the salt shaker in. So wonder if W is more happy with very salty tea-water in the future, or us just being allowed to use the m-effing stove?