SIMPLE HAPPY: A SPUR OF THE MOMENT PARTY

I'm sitting in the living room, reading, when the phone rings.  It's my hubby calling, from outside!  "If you want to enjoy this fire, you'd better get out here fast."  Fire?  What fire?

Turns out, after that little rain we got on Tuesday, they decided to lift the burn ban temporarily, give people a chance to burn their brush piles.  Hubby came straight home, lit up a cigar, and then the fire pit. The first thing I thought when I joined him was "Aw, if only we had the makings for s'mores."  But then, "Hey, wait a minute...", and I ran back into the house.

Sure, the marshmallows were about a year old, but would it really matter once they were toasted?

And yeah, this was probably going to spoil our dinner, but hey, a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do!

A cigar in one hand, and a s'more in the other?  That was one happy boy!  Too bad the party had to end so soon.

What is it about fires that makes them so mesmerizing?