Update to this post: When we awoke this morning it was to the sound of very high winds, 1 inch of snow, and it was 2 degrees. The mud has disappeared.
We attended a cub scout cake auction last night. We drove thru rain and 2 " deep mud. The mud on our country roads was exactly 2 inches deep because that's how far down it had thawed. So we've got 14 miles of mud out and back, and 10 miles of pavement out and back. To buy a cake.
Our red Grand Caravan is now brown. We have two other white Grand Caravans that are now brown. We have a silver/gray Chevy pickup that is now brown. The cake we bought was white.
If you purchase a cake and pay more than fifty dollars for it, it's okay to pull a knife and plastic fork out and begin eating.
We did. We passed it around. We gave the person we outbid a piece. We sent the rest home with the Grand kids.
A good time was had by all.
On the way home Dan called from Lincoln. I said hello and he said, "today we have just hit a new low in the long and storied life of the Morrow Family." You would be surprised how many subjects can run through your brain in the matter of just about 2 seconds. I was immediately worried and said in a dejected tone, "What happened?" I was prepared for the worst.
"Julie made tofu nuggets for dinner tonight." I began to breathe again. He told of how their three year old wanted to skip the nuggets and go to the salad. She and Dad reached an agreement that one nugget eaten would get you the salad. She is used to this kind of bartering and grabbed a small bite of tofu chicken. She shoved it in and her tongue kicked it out. She grabbed it and shoved it in again and her tongue rejected it. Her Dad thought her brain was running her hand but her tongue was actually being operated by the laws of nature. That particular texture was not getting by the tongue. She got her salad for a good effort.
I think the dinner problem could have been corrected with small, $2.50 piece of cake.