She likes to shop.
He can’t stand the mall.
She likes the Olive Garden.
He likes to eat at home.
He doesn’t sleep well.
She wakes him up nightly at 1:30 am to move him from the
couch to his bedroom.
She wants to go to Disneyland.
He gets queasy on amusement park rides.
She is starting 8th grade tomorrow and rolls her
eyes at most everything her father says.
He’s a hard-working, single Dad raising his 13-year old
daughter the best he can.
It’s not a tween sitcom with trendy clothing and laugh
tracks. They are our friends who came
over this Sunday for dinner: Mr. M. and
Ms. L.
My main dilemma for the Sunday meal was this:
What do I serve when my
air conditioning is on the fritz and the house is hovering around 85 degrees?
Do I dare turn on the
oven?
To avoid heating up the kitchen even more, I deferred to my crock
pot. I’m sure I committed an
entertaining faux pas by serving a hearty, winter dish in the middle of a hot
Las Vegas summer, however, it tasted good!
We ate crock pot beef stew, sweet potato casserole, hot parmesan rolls, fresh
sugar snap peas, grapes, and strawberries.
For dessert, I served peach berry cobbler with vanilla ice cream.
Mr. M. and Ms. L. did not stay long as tomorrow is the first
day of the school year for all the kids (except Rock, of course). The backpacks are packed with new pencil
boxes, clip boards, and folders. I set shopping
bags of school supplies by the door. The
kids are showered and tucked in bed.
After tidying the house, I sat on the edge of my bed to rub
my achy feet and smiled for two reasons:
(1)
I thoroughly enjoyed our 33rd Sunday dinner guest. Mr. M. and Ms. L. gave me a sneak peak at
what my relationship with Kate may be like in five years.
(2)
I officially survived the summer!
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