Feasting Like Royalty

The Husband is suffering for his work again, this time by going to a conference in Ft. Lauderdale, where it is just as hot and humid as it is here, if not more so. I wish I could sleep well when he’s gone, but I don’t. So, I’m dragging around, tired and unmotivated, and threw some drumsticks on the grill tonight with absolutely no seasoning on them at all. I served it with BBQ sauce (store bought) for dipping, a bag of microwaved frozen vegetables, bagged green salad, and potato chips.

Suddenly Thing 2 perks up — HEY! I didn’t realize we were having a *feast* tonight.

Me: *Feast*?

Thing 2: Yeah! They always have these things at feasts in castles with the kings and queens! Wow! We get to have a FEAST tonight!

So the girls alternated between behaving like “kings and queens” and rude barbarians who grab their drumsticks and growl and smack their lips a lot while they feast.