So last Saturday I was feeling kind of homey, don't feel like going anywhere, don't even care about eating out. A and the kids were out to wash the car, and somehow I started to reorganize my cabinet, moved all our Starbucks big mugs collection...yes...it becomes a collection, and it's a space taker collection upstairs. Phew....more space for my plates and bowls now.
I came out with my cold ice tea to the backyard and it's a gorgeous day, sunny in the mid 70s, great time to eat out in the backyard. Ran up, dug for a tablecloth, nothing really match the image in my head. Found an old gold color blanket, perfect size. Took out my all white plates that we never really used daily. Found 4 blue champagne flutes from my old never happened gift basket business.
Perfect, I love the color combination. The only thing left were just the food, opened the fridge, started to browse around on my iphone for recipe with whatever ingredients I have on my hands. Unfortunately no way I can finished it all up for lunch, so I was planning it more for dinner.
Came dinner time, everything were at its place, lit up some candles, pour some drinks, foods were on the table, the kids started to filled up their plates....and a helicopter showed up, circling our area, with it's scary sound and the light....my daughter was looking horrified, yeah she's always nervous every time she hear helicopter flies low. I looked at A, and in a minute we scope everything we can from the table and brought them in....we ended up eating our dinner on the breakfast table bar.
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