I fed 26 people yesterday, entertained them for 4 ½ hours, and spent untold amounts of time cleaning up after the fact. But you want to know what makes me a saint?
Allowing a passel of kids to shoot marshmallow guns at each other on my property. My backyard looks like Candyland Armageddon. The squirrels keep running around bewildered, and I swear I can read their little minds: “I just want 1 blessed acorn. For the love of Mike, an acorn!”
And I followed all that up by shopping for a new toilet today.
What a weird holiday.