I can't really imagine what the Ball & Chain would think were he to come wandering in to find me wearing only my "Does my Bum Look big in This?" apron and a silly grin. And since I know the Queenager now reads the blog to keep up with life back at the manor, I'll spare her the vomit-inducing mental picture. Come to think of it, bets are on that he wouldn't even notice.
No. What really appeals is the fact that the remaining children at the family dinner table will be so engrossed/horrified at my appearance, they won't actually look at what's on the plates in front of them. They will sit there, mouths wide open, jaws on the table, silently shoveling food in and wondering what kind of mental state I'm in.
And maybe that way they'll eat - if only to escape the horror before them.