To celebrate school's timely end (I don't think I could last another day), the kids each chose a friend for a low-key party. All except Brigham; a glich in the friend department. The fare: homeade individual pizzas on english muffins (I survived on those as a kid in the summer), ice cream sundaes, and a movie to boot.
I kept my mouth shut when it came to the sprinkles; however, the whipped cream was another story. A precious commodity, that little can of cream. My midnight snack was at stake. I nominated myself Official Dispenser of Whipped Cream.
After taking our friends home, the kids "camped out" in the playroom upstairs. We've wanted to have a tradition of camping in the backyard the last day of school, but the weather got in the way. Cold, rainy.
There's always next year, right?
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