Oh yeah, she's so down to earth, she's like "the girl-next-door."
Really? Because my next-doors are all jackasses.
Where are the nice next-doors? Why isn't everyone a joy?
Everyone sends over casseroles.
"I'm sorry your dog died." Eat up, Johnny!
Casseroles are magical solutions to all of our devasting life problems.
Everyone goes carolling. All the families.
And then we all sit down and enjoy a delicious casserole.
"Gosh Betty, where did you get the recipe?"
We need to send one over to the Smiths. Their son just committed suicide.
But let's pretend it never happened.
And just before Sally has to practice piano,
She might have sex. Only because Jim wants to, she claims.
But secretly, Sally does too, because it's a sin.
And no one would find out. You know why?
Because mom's baking a casserole and dad's smoking a cigar.