Irregardless, as we age it seems to be more difficult to get all 12 of us around the table at the same time. This is the second occasion we've had a brunch instead of an evening meal because of schedule conflicts.
No one came in their jammies, like last year, and time together was as comfortable as an old slipper. I had mine on.
Let me set the scene at the Hunter home:
|Rosie sets a nice table, doesn't she?|
|Rosie claimed she hung all the wreaths (there were many) but we knew that wasn't so. Right, Tom?|
|I don't know what these two were up to but Tom said that's how you get baby angels.|
|Peter and Paula (no Mary)|
|A rose between two thorns? hahaha Joy and Becky|
|Tom, the host and Richard, the sidekick|
|Jim holding the counter top in place and the hostess, Miss Rosie|
|The other Tom joined by Melissa|
|We even had musical (?) entertainment|
|The muffins had us all making "mmmmm" noises. It got a little embarrassing after a while.|
Yet again, food and friendship can not be beat.