Our families are coming over this afternoon to see Megan and eat supper (that's dinner for you city slickers). It's hard for her to "make the rounds" when she does get to come home, so they are coming to our house to feast their eyes on this wonder called ... Meg.
Cheryl spent a good bit of time preparing the food yesterday, so all she has to do today is put it in the oven and/or on the grill.
I love having Meg home for more than just the obvious reasons. Since the kids have been gone, our schedule and eating habits have changed quite a bit. Cheryl and I seem to be running even more than when they were small. So ... the oven has been turned into a filing cabinet. When Megan comes home, however, all the paperwork is cleared out and Cheryl suddenly becomes "Betty Crocker" again. Whatever Megan wants, Megan gets.
This is bitter-sweet since Cheryl plays by the "international laws of home cooking" rule: If she cooks, someone else cleans up afterwards. That someone else is me.
Cheryl is a great cook so, it's worth it.
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