Sister did all the cooking. Bless her ten thousand times. She even set the table with Mommy Dearest's "good china" and ferreted out all the fancy glasses we never use. It was truly a feast fit for the best of company. And we had it, for sure. Two Darling Daughters and Soon to be Son-in-Law, Sister, Son, Myself and one of Sister's Friends. I was almost drooling with happiness. If my other Precious Daughter, her Loving Spouse, and their Baby Boy had attended I probably would have swooned. An almost perfect meal.
Then we hustled our collective buns to clear all the dishes, wash, dry, and put everything away to avoid the "pig pen" threat. Sister called it destroying the evidence. Tongue in cheek? Only partly. Anyway, as good as this meal was; the people present were even better. First class.
"And for this I am truly grateful." (Name the program.)
Then we hustled our collective buns to clear all the dishes, wash, dry, and put everything away to avoid the "pig pen" threat. Sister called it destroying the evidence. Tongue in cheek? Only partly. Anyway, as good as this meal was; the people present were even better. First class.
"And for this I am truly grateful." (Name the program.)
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