It all was great, but I must say it was the s'mores that this party animal enjoyed most. It took a few minutes to decide if we were going to sit around the fire pit or roast marshmallows then retire to another area of the back yard...but Liz and Doug made the decision, the pit was the hot spot to be. To be truthful I did not know that you had to be organized in making a s'more...but after 50 years I guess I was doing it all wrong...Liz and Doug came to my rescue and got me organized. I could certainly tell right off the bat who belonged to me when Liz dropped her marshmallow on for ground and promptly got a new one. Doug pickup the one on the ground and announce "well... I'll use the one that fell"...YUCK Doug!
Once we had our marshmallows browned to perfection (Doug and mine would be considered blackened) we proceeded to the construction phase. Now Doug insisted on the 2 marshmallow method, we all fell in line and did likewise, why wouldn't we they were there. Anyway, once Doug got his built he said "Oh I remember the greatness of double marshmallows, but the one I had in April was the best ever". I am not sure which was funnier, the statement or the fact that he had melted marshmallow on the side of his face that made it look like he was foaming at the mouth. We all were making fun of him when our attention moved to Liz who had her newly constructed master piece falling into her milk and stringing down the front of her. Did I mention that Marsha was filming the above events? I hope she posts her award winning video for our viewing pleasure.
We all were checking in ourselves for s'more remnants. Marsha was taking pictures of herself, then inspecting them to make sure her face was free of leftovers. I know you must be wondering why I used the term leftovers. Well it seem appropriate, considering when Doug was told he had chocolate on the bottom of his foot, he proceeded to lick it off, then say "yep it's chocolate alright"...YUCK Doug what if it had been something else! Then when Marsha announced she had chocolate on her leg and Doug said "I'll take care of that". Sandy did you not teach him what a wash cloth was?
The party then moved inside for a cut throat game of Settlers of Catan. Marsha engaged in table talk with Doug in an effort to block Liz's longest road and in hopes of preventing her from winning (she won anyway). Willis I am not sure why they would not trade me with the promise of ore! So what if I did not have a settlement anywhere near ore, I did not think I was being unreasonable. What do you think?
Wishing the rest of the gang was here to party with us.
