Fired up with excitement because my Son’s baseball team won a (1) game (they were 1 – 13 for the season), I opened my extremely large yap and offered to host the end of season bbq.
My Son thinks this is “da bomb.” Mr. Wonderful told me to start cooking two weeks in advance.
I am gong to have 20 boys, all 15 years old, over for a cookout. Is there enough food in the whole world?
I must also confess that I issued the invite before I clonked myself on the head with the big branch, so I have nothing to blame but my impulsive nature.