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I've prepared, because as my best friend likes to point out, I am the housewife, a meal fit for kings, if I do say so myself...and here at the edge of the world, it does indeed feel like we are four kings sitting ont he deck, eating and drinking and watching the ocean crash against the rocks.

"Ha!" Jeff says, pointing at me. "You admit it. I am totally not housewife material."

"Yeah, I admit it, what of it? You're not a housewife...you can't cook either. Well, you can if you count ramen...which I don't."

"Ramen is the food of the gods my friend. And it kept us alive for years. So don't knock it, buddy."

"Yeah, it did and with all the preservatives we ingested our bodies will still be around in a hundred years," I laugh.