And here's one I made earlier
I'm not even bothering to take the 'Which Desperate Housewife Are You?' test: I know I'd turn out to be Bree Vandercamp. Like I end up as Monica in every single 'Which Friends Character Are You?' test.
I have recently taken to pointing this out every time I do something particularly anally retentive. So several times a day I have to be reminded that Bree Vandercamp is not an ideal to aspire to. But look: everyone was crazy about the wee asparagus finger food I made for Dr B.'s birthday party (see picture above), especially those cheese crackers, they were more-ish, weren't they? Everybody loves my cheesy bits, I know. And isn't the world a better place now that we have matching place-mats and tea-towels? And oh look how happy we are. Aren't we? AREN'T WE?
I am confused. What's not to like in lovely lovely Bree? The scary way her hair does not move? The chilling smile in the face of perversity? Or maybe the seamless way she goes from baking another batch of muffins to handling a revolver like the most consummate of killers and getting such a sensual kick out of it that it compensates for the lack of sexual spontaneousness…
…ah OK. I think I get it now.