How many have experienced the tortures that come with mastering new fangled food sealing machines?

Do tell more! What does she do?

Well she’s faster than I with anything to do in the kitchen. This is usually the way things work. When we first met, she was shocked to discover that I had the big kitchen aid mixer. You know the one that looks like an outboard motor. They were rare then, which shows you how long we’ve been a team. She was suspicious of the thing and wouldn’t touch it—until she watched me whip up a cake. That did it! I came home the next day to find her and her girlfriends swarming the kitchen, baking huge batches of cookies and swizzling champagne. They were feeling no pain, and you would have thought that mixer some sort of aphrodisiac. I was crazy to have left it hiding in the kitchen. I should have stored it in a lit display case in the bathroom (where every woman in a house for 10 minutes winds up one way or another). Anyway, the food sealer was the same reaction. Whatever needed “the treatment” was my chore EXCLUSIVELY. That and dealing with taking out the garbage and recycling. No discussion was allowed on why these are my duties alone—until one day her girlfriend and her were working a jigsaw puzzle while quaffing proseco like sailors on leave. The 2 of them had been shopping and had returned discussing the machine as they stocked the fridge. They proceeded to the puzzle (and the booze), and when sufficiently fortified, pulled out the machine, and never looked back. She now dominates the thing like it owes her money, and the 2 of them ran out the door to costco to buy a duplicate for the girlfriend, lots of extra rolls of wrap & bags in various sizes and replacement bottles for the depleted champagne. I was granted the privilege of cleaning up.

^^^ LOLLL!