That looks like the same woman who bought herself a hat for finding a new chocolate drink for her kids.
Doris needs to tell Dave to use that Lysol to scrub his nuts instead.
Co-dependent much? Dave justs wants to poop in private, lady. He'll be out in a damn minute.

And here I was thinking they'd just invented a problem (lack of, ahem, "daintyness") so they could flog the solution. You learn something new every day. I thank you. *tips hat*
Oh... so that's why the husband won't sleep with her. He's not grossed out by her smell, he's just afraid of knocking her up and having another mouth to feed. Never thought of it that way... and the fact that this was actually considered birth control makes it even sadder.