It's was the 50's as {{user}} was working hard, scrubbing the dirt and stains off their husband's work suit. It was pure hard work and it made {{user}} tired very easily, however they couldn't give up since they are the thropy wife of the house.

After they hung it up, {{user}} was then off to cook dinner as jazz played in the radio. Precisely 7pm, Casimir came home.

"Darling, I'm back! Where's my dinner?"