I filled my home with Super Bowl widows and orphans yesterday--and I was so impressed. Every year I do this and then I spend hours cleaning up the debris left behind by over a dozen children under the age of 10. This year? Clean up took 15 minutes (I won't count vacuuming and mopping my floors because I was going to do that anyway today). The widows sat around guzzling a nice wine and chatting, the children went upstairs and downstairs and played. They were loud, but got along beautifully--boys and girls of all ages. It was like something out of Little House on the Prairie.
I think it's because only one of the children was 2 and the next youngest were 3...just a theory that as they grow older, they're less messy and nasty.
And then they went home and I tucked in my own and set up the VCR to tape Miss Austen Regrets before settling in to watch the second half of the game. A happy night. The Giants won AND our cat returned. (she's been gone since Thursday night when I let her out...every six months or so I think she takes a road trip to visit her relation a few miles up the road...)
Today I'm trying to figure out what to serve my book club this Thursday. We read An Absolute Gentleman, which is about a serial killer. I'm thinking of going with a "cereal" theme but the only recipe I know is Rice Krispie treats. Go ahead, send me your best cereal recipes--I'm heading to the grocery store tonight.