'M and M's (and 'M's and 'M's...)
Since the last time we wrote in these pages (well, almost) we've been working our way through two giant bags of M&M candies that Leah bought—and mixed together—for her last Sunday School lesson of the year. What was the lesson? You'll have to ask her that, but part of it was "If you stick with it through a year of Sunday School, you get candy." Sadly, only a few did—or at least it was a small crowd that particular day. Which meant that she brought a whole pitcher-full of mixed plain and peanut M&Ms home.
And since she then immediately left, heading to South Florida to escape the unseasonable (and unreasonable!) heat we had here last week, it was left to me to eat them all up. And I did a tolerable job, too. I never used to like plain M&Ms much, but it turns out if you eat them together with the peanut ones—in the ratio of two or three plain to each peanut—the combined taste is better than even that of peanut M&Ms alone. And now I never need to eat any again in my life, ever.
So that's what we've been up to.