An “Ask Sus” Weekend Review

So Sus, what did you do this weekend?

Dear Reader, I had a great weekend.  Saturday I let someone else do all the hard work attended a pig pickin’.  For those non-Carolinian friends, it involves hoisting an entire pig (from the snooter to the tooter) onto a rather large grill (otherwise in fancy talk known as a “pig cooker”), and then letting that bad boy go all day long, low and slow.  Our particular pig pickin’ happened to be a social event for my Sunday School class, so that meant everyone brought their best 9×13 recipe to round out the porcine goodness.  The table was laden with potato casseroles, slaws, layered salads, fruit salads, baked beans and enough desserts to start our own sweet shop.

But there was one dish of heavenly goodness that caused my spirits to soar.

Pink.

Marshmallow.

Fluff.

Somebody slap your mama.

And in case you haven’t had it, I’m including the recipe here so you, too, can share in the airy delight.

1 can cherry pie filling

1 can sweetened condensed milk

1 can crushed pineapple, drained

1 heaping cup of miniature marshmallows

1 carton Cool Whip

Mix together and chill for 2 hours before serving.

If you can wait that long.

Sus, did you think while you were eating all that fluff that you might receive an invitation to go swimming the next day, and you’d have to wedge yourself into your swimsuit?

Nope.

Didn’t cross my mind.

Wish I would’ve known that before I went back for fourths.

Did the boys behave at church yesterday?

I heart my teacher who talked to us about forgiveness.  This was a good lesson to have in mind as I left class to go to the church library to collect the children who were checking out VeggieTales for the thousandth time.  As I was walking in, I heard “I need to talk to you” and out of the corner of my eye, I thought I saw their Sunday School teacher .  So I, of course, skeddadled on into the library in hopes that Craig could take one for the home team hear this week’s recitation of “What your boys did wrong in class today.”

No luck.

I think he used that blank look that said “No speaka’ de English” and pointed inside, for it wasn’t two seconds later that I was discovered cowering behind a bookshelf and I got to hear that two of my boys ditched class because they decided that playing on the Wii in the game room was a lot more fun than learning about Jesus.

Sigh.

And then she said she’d pray for me.

Double sigh.

I think I’ll pray for more marshmallow fluff.

Have a nice day.

P.S. – Sometime this week I’ll hit my 1,000th comment.  Will it be you????  If it is, there might be a special treat in store…..