Sunday morning. So far today I've eaten breakfast, unloaded/reloaded the dishwasher, & read the New York Times on line. I'll be addressing A's failure to feed our dogs & cat momentarily, but for now the house is peaceful.
I'm (wisely!) letting my youngest sleep in; she was quite cranky when we left the campfire that included no s'mores (nor even a toasted marshmallow!) because it was being run by the BOY Scouts, not the GIRL Scouts. I can't say I blame her; we'd expected to do this fire thing with hubby's troop of a dozen or so teenaged boys. Instead, we ended up sitting in front of a miniscule fire that generated insufficient heat to warm us in the below 50 degree breezes, enduring skits performed by several Boy Scout troops not from our local area--all stage-managed by an elderly Scouter who insisted we first sing--AND had the audacity to single T out for sitting on my lap!--around the smoking mass of wood that did nothing to warm us!
Last night's repast was sloppy joes & carrots with the troop boys. A savors being around them because one apparently has a bit of a crush on her & she loves to torment him (cruel, heartless girl!). With two college-aged brothers, she's not one to brook foolishness from males of any age, & so she held her own rather well with the guys who range in age from 12 to 18. T just thinks they're all sillier than her brothers.
I've already promised T that if it doesn't happen sooner, we'll do a fire in our own backyard some time over the Thanksgiving weekend while my aunt is visiting & do the s'mores then. Sounds like a great dessert on top of pumpkin pie, doesn't it? At least I'm not serving Thanksgiving dinner for the Fourth of July as happened to a friend in London during college, whose British hosts had managed to goof up their American holiday menus out of sincere kindness. :)
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