marshmallow burnt sitting on top of chocolatey brownies and shared among a group of blood related people is something i call fun.
though the sweet thing sticks to teeth.
sharing stories about frivolous men, their romps and wrongdoings were pleasant, especially since the insight given was from married career oriented women. the occasional scary stories were mentioned of course, but no one really took notice.
the packing and then the promise of another evening was sealed and we'll meet again, in another windy afternoon. the family i never knew i could stick close to is an experience. especially since it's neverending. i just wish we live nearer.