At some point over the weekend we had four 15-year old boys staying with us. At breakfast my wife was making pancakes as fast as she could and I was frying as much bacon in as short a time as humanly possible (fry, drain, repeat). After the locusts left the kitchen we totaled up the carnage: 2 lbs. bacon, 1 dozen eggs, no idea how many pancakes, 1 gallon milk, and 1 quart OJ - and for the adults, 2 cups of coffee and a couple of slugs of Kahlua. We just sat there and recovered for about 30 minutes.
It was like an invading horde swept through the kitchen, pillaging and plundering, and then rode off, leaving the shell-shocked survivors broken and battered. My wife keeps saying we'll miss them when they go off to college, but I'm not so sure...
No More Fences.
2 days ago