Beautiful mother, that is how I would describe my husband. Tonight was my MIL's turn at dinner. The drive was treacherous with all this snow, and we were debating risking our lives, but the promise of Mary's brisket was like a beacon, lighting our way. And it did not disappoint! Tom was talking about it the whole way home, which made me hungry all over again. I am getting spoiled by all the great food. It is like Thanksgiving every Sunday, but without the turkey (I am possibly fixing turkey when it is my turn). Tom was in such a hurry to get home that we almost missed out on the dessert. I know, you should have seen my face-horrified. Thankfully, Mary saw the sadness, and fixed us a plate to take with us.
The best part was the game. It was a game of riddles, and it was more fun than my meager vocabulary could describe. All you need to know is that thanks to this game I increased my vocabulary by exactly four words. We did end up losing to Sara and Morgan, but they were nice enough to share the prize with us all (you're welcome for "Up On The House Top")
Next Sunday is my turn. I guess we will see if hosting is as fun as attending.