I must be insane.

I let the kids help me make caramel apples yesterday. We had all four missionaries over for dinner last night. So, we wanted to do something fun for dessert/family home evening treat. I thought caramel apples would be fun. They were for about one second. The kids didn't even want to eat them when we were finished. And I am still finding caramel stuck to every flat surface in the house. The missionaries thought they were yummy so I guess it was worth it. I think I will just buy caramel dip and slice the apples from now on.

16 days and counting

Only 16 more days and the Benhams will be here. That means there are 16 short days until we will consume ourselves with fartin' around (Lynne will be my beans,) eating a whole bunch of whatever we can get our hands on, then we will "git some shoes," and, of course, play butter cleavage. Life doesn't get any better than that!