Picnics, puddles and puke

As I write this evening, "The Music Man" is concluding on TCM with fireworks cracking outside. I'm contemplating giving G a tiny bit of Benadryl. This is her least favorite night of the year. We had a nice and uneventful day. I did a fair amount of cooking in prepartion for the holiday picnic we traditionally attend. We decided to make homemade oreo ice cream which is a family favorite. I also decided to try a new recipe which is always risky when taking it to a public event. The spinach balls were tastier than I anticipated:



That recipe might be a keeper. i also took some pepper jelly along for good measure. Trying things out on friends and family...they'll be honest.

We went to Uncle Bill and Aunt Carol's armed with excited children, camp chairs and food. We were all a little wary about the weather, but it stayed dry for a bit. My partner in crime was feeling under the weather and was not there...I missed her. The amount of food was impressive as always and our bellies were full. After dinner, the children used their radar and found every puddle imaginable. They ran and splashed until they were a hot mess. My son, who I have mentioned in the past has no full gauge, ate a bit too much, downed a bottle and a half of water, rough housed with his cousin and walkdaround the corner out of view and puked. Great way to end a party. That's how we roll.

And in conclusion, to use an overused slang, "'Murica". Enough said.
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