Travis and Zelda put out a general invite: pulled pork with homemade sauce, bring a side dish.
I was all over that.
I made a peach blueberry pie with extra nutmeg and trotted on over. Hot dogs for kids and conversation for me. Stayed long enough that bathtime and bedtime is a rush (I'm in the thick of it right now, in fact, in the eye of that hurricane) but it was perfect. Not my kitchen full of dishes, but more than that: connection with other adults, with friends, just chatting about whatever. Anything. Who cares. Just talk.
And then knock over your wine glass, Bridgett. Ah well. It was almost empty anyway (obviously).
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