Like most people, I love to go out to eat, sit and relax and let others do the cooking. There’s something calming about spending the evening with family and friends and returning home not having the ordeal of cleaning the kitchen.
Most of the time, it is pretty satisfying. I am typically not one to complain even in the worst of scenarios. On a recent night, however, I came very close to that rare exception.
There were 14 of us. Three were the Littles, ages 5, 3 and 2. The occasion was my sister’s birthday. We would meet about an hour from Greenwood at a halfway point, saving everyone a long drive.