It was a stressful week dealing with my mom, Lynne and Liz. But it all worked out.
My mom's the best because she always has food ready. Delicious, perfect Italian food. I don't even like going to Italian restaurants because they're not as good as my mom's. I love Lynne and I'm glad my mom doesn't hate her anymore. But Lynne doesn't know how to cook. But she's still a better cook than Liz. I've never seen Liz cook. But I've been in her apartment and I can tell that she has no idea how. I can cook better than Liz. Liz is good at eating. So am I. That's the only hobby we have in common.
I just hope Liz doesn't invite her over to my mom's for dinner too often, because Liz eats more than all of us. And then my mom gives her food to go. And then there's no leftovers to waste at 2:30 a.m. I don't care what time it is, don't care if it's hot or cold - I'll eat my moms eggplant parm every meal.