Wendy Hunter

You may not know this about me, but I live with my parents. I know, it’s scary. My folks have cute little habits, like turning the TV up loud enough to puncture your ear drums, and dropping crackers on the floor during Happy Hour. My mom never tastes recipes while cooking, and my dad refuses to close snack bags. Stale pita chips anyone? But hey, they’re housetrained, and will even shake your hand.