We had a lovely Memorial Day dinner.. brats from the grill with sauerkraut, my famous potato salad (the homemade kind that takes all day to prepare!), steamed broccoli, and a red, white, and blue layered fruit trifle. Served promptly at 5;00pm; we all ate until we were stuffed. Then as we were cleaning, Ex-Marine looks at me and says, "So that was dinner , right?" Yeah, honey, that was dinner.
Is that better or worse than this?