My husband went on vacation, and I organized a natural girlfriend. In addition to wine, martini and cognac, the guests brought melon, melon, grapes and dogs, according to the principle of 'we are girls, why do we need meat'. I, as a hospitable hostess, cut salads, cheese and chopped out some salad. On Saturday and Sunday, she ate the ‘girl’ food. Now I have a bowel disorder, and these fools have digested my sausage and at least henna.