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We had a 90% fun weekend, despite our generally low expectations. Friday night, we got all dolled up and chaperoned prom for the Samurai's school. It was a small crowd, since it's an alternative school, but the kids looked very elegant and behaved mostly well. The food was awesome--almost like what you'd find at a really nice wedding reception. Got home in time to fall asleep while "watching" Dr. Who. Saturday was warm and sunny, despite the weatherman's dire predictions of rain, so I jumped into a full-bore yard frenzy. While I mowed and potted seedlings, the Samurai went fishing with our buddy Don, and caught bass. He tootled merrily home to a happy gardener-hobbit wife and a clean wonder Borkita. Sunday morning was our church's birthday celebration, featuring a service in a windy, cold tent and a barbecue, with face painting, pony rides, and a "train" for the kiddos. Alas, no llama this year. Apart from the drastic overnight temperature drop, this was all fine stuff. The chaser was our goddaughter's Irish dance recital. We watched indulgently as wee Mary Kate scampered about the stage in her tiny ghillies and tiara, a minute, serious Riverdancer. She was the absolute best, bar none! The recital was fun, until we realized it was gonna be loooong--about two and a half hours of butt-numbing Irish prancing and clickety-clacking. The ubiquitous curly manes on the girls got to be hypnotic in their sproingy undulation. The Samurai busted me up by whispering,"It's like watching worms in a skillet." I could have used a bit less of an extravaganza, but it was neat to see Mary get so excited about something. She's very solemn for a five-year-old. Tonight, I'm making something special for Beth. I'll tell you about it AFTER she gets it, because she reads this, too! |
 
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Worms in a Skillet