BAD IDEA

Celebrated three adult birthdays here last night. Not mine. The two grandmas decided the kids could play croquet. One grandma wanted me to get cooking. the other wanted me to help set croquet. The kids said that my croquet instructions didn't make any sense. Grandma number one yelled that I was supposed to be cooking. The dads started yelling at the kids because there was a lot of dangerous croquet mallet swing going on. They confiscated the mallets, and told me, "What were you thinking!" After the meal, I had to have a helping of Marion berry cobbler with ice cream, and a helping of Strawberry/rhubarb cobbler as medication. I am a bubble off this morning. Being a grandpa sucks.