Ain't Love Grand?

As sometimes happens, an early-morning peace has fallen upon the house, and I am drinking my coffee in the quiet.  My husband, that man of Great Commotion, has left the building.  He has gone down to his brother Daniel's house to cut wood and clean up the workshop for tomorrow.  This morning, brother Daniel has gone to get married; he is then going to come home and help Drake with the preparations.  Tomorrow there is to be a combination Wedding Feast and Birthday Celebration for Daniel, his new bride, and his mama.  The workshop is the biggest building available for such a huge gathering.  All of this sounds very interesting but not something in which I wish to participate.  As for the Feast Food, some folks would call this a potluck.  However, not everyone is gifted in the area of cooking, and not everyone is lucky enough to have a pot in which to piss.  Drake is going to stop and pick up some chips and bottles of Coke.  

While we were discussing the matter of what foods I was not going to cook for tomorrow, a mouse was trying to sneak out and eat the dogs' Ol' Roy dog food, something about which the dogs seem happy enough.  I told Drake that I wanted him to show me how to set the mousetraps, a trick that usually ends with Drake doing whatever-it-is himself; he hasn't the patience to teach me anything.  This time, he actually did show me, but then he announced that he would set them when he got home tonight since no one here would get the dead mice out of the traps and dispose of them, anyway.  "O-kay...," I said in a disappointed and lingering tone.  This usually works, also, but he wanted to head on down the road in time to see his brother and his bride-to-be depart for their upcoming nuptials.  

Oh, well.  There will always be another day for catching mice.  That's the way you think when you measure your marriage in decades and mousetraps and coffee spoons instead of anniversaries.

Ain't love grand?

Helpful Housekeeping Tip:  Send chips and Coke when you can.  Napkins and paper cups are good, also.  Every sandwich on a plate will be eaten, so a plate of sandwiches will work well, although these are more time-consuming to prepare.  NEVER, repeat NEVER, volunteer to bring actual FOOD to a potluck.