I wish we could all have a bbq, Mom could bring something horrible.
Actually, she is going to a bbq tomorrow, and her cake deflated after she baked it, so she's bringing a half height cake. I do wonder how she intends to apply the icing.
I'm still on the fence. On one hand, I love bbq. On the other hand, I feel sick. If I caught something on the bus, I don't want to share.
oh well, at least I have beer.
Schmoogs could wear one of those shirts with SECURITY written on it. Mom has a "golly the police" shirt, but I doubt she'll wear that to the bbq.