Around noon each day this week I'll be chipping away at twelve pounds of potato salad and a pan of peanut butter brownies. You see, I thought I was having a bbq for twenty sweaty soccer players after our last regular season soccer game on Sunday. That's what my Evite described, but not what the date said.
I had told Baleen about the bbq in the days leading up to it so when I brought her back from the airport and asked if she would like any potato salad, she almost cried when she heard the story. My poor lonesome husband, she said.
It wasn't that bad, I assured her. There was plenty of food for me to eat after my soccer game and I got dessert, too. Not to mention an extra few episodes of The Office.
I had told Baleen about the bbq in the days leading up to it so when I brought her back from the airport and asked if she would like any potato salad, she almost cried when she heard the story. My poor lonesome husband, she said.
It wasn't that bad, I assured her. There was plenty of food for me to eat after my soccer game and I got dessert, too. Not to mention an extra few episodes of The Office.
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