It was fun to watch my husband get a marshmallow skewer stuck to both his hand and back of his shirt...looked like he was trying to fight it off instead of cook with it! Then we got to giggling because Eric had "purchased" the fire pit from a buddy for a bottle of booze. Yes, we are such classy people!
Wednesday, 20 February 2008
S'mores in February
We just had to have one more toy to make our garden look so nice. Many know that my husband professes himself to be a bit of a pyromaniac...so just look how happy my big (and jr) fire starters are! I did make him pull the thing a little farther away from the house when the embers started to his the wall outside the kids bedroom...something about that seems just a teensy bit unsafe. Of course moving a fire pit in full blaze isn't exactly brilliant...we aren't idiots, really!
It was fun to watch my husband get a marshmallow skewer stuck to both his hand and back of his shirt...looked like he was trying to fight it off instead of cook with it! Then we got to giggling because Eric had "purchased" the fire pit from a buddy for a bottle of booze. Yes, we are such classy people!
It was fun to watch my husband get a marshmallow skewer stuck to both his hand and back of his shirt...looked like he was trying to fight it off instead of cook with it! Then we got to giggling because Eric had "purchased" the fire pit from a buddy for a bottle of booze. Yes, we are such classy people!
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Yep. Super classy. :-)
That right there is the perfect solution to dreary days and nights in England- the smell of woodsmoke in your hair and roasted hotdogs and weenies in your belly. That's bound to cure any old blues...what a great idea! -Love, Mimi
Make that hot dogs and marshmellows...not hot dogs AND weenies! What's up with that?!
-Dumb Mimi
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