Horrifying housewife, c’est moi
Preparing hot dog casserole. Canines, be afraid. Be very afraid.
So I’m finally submitting a pic of me at my most macabre in an apron to my fave site. Below I am including a bonus shot of me standing, so you can admire my hand-painted shoes, custom-made by Kickflips (you can’t see them, but I requested Asian girls instead of Lichenstein blondes. Blondes get enough media attention already).
If you’ve read Eat, Pray, Love, you know Elizabeth Gilbert ponders her “word,” the word that defines her the way Rome is apparently defined by SEX. I’d picked TRUTH a few years ago, but at my recent book launch, I decided it’s now CREATIVITY. And getting dolled up in an apron counts as creativity. Hey, I’m even wearing knife and fork earrings.
The Unfeeling Doctor jumps on the Fifty Shades of Grey/Grey's Anatomy trains, even though they left the station in 2012. 
Melissa Yuan-Innes, Writer 
If you were any cuter you’d have to be stopped! Love it!
Thanks, Cindie! I’m sure she’d love an apron shot from you too.
I honestly don’t think one exists!
You’d have to make one up. With a horror theme. C’mon, you know you want to. 🙂 BTW, I picked up Liar’s Club.
It would definitely be horrifying — especially if I tried to cook!
I just got “Lit” by her!