This week’s Manic Monday word is Frost. Thanks to Janna at Jannagraphics for the cool Manic Monday banner!
I had a story that came to mind immediately when I heard this word. Every year, our neighbors have a washers tournament on Labor Day weekend along with the celebratory barbecue. If you’ve never played washers, imagine something similar to horseshoes. On one side of the yard, a coffee can sits in the middle of a shallow box. You stand on the other side of the yard and try to throw a washer into the coffee can. If you get it into the box, you get two points, and if you get it into the can, you get three points.
Our neighbors play some serious washers. Everyone plays in teams of two, and they have the brackets all drawn in a big white board.
Okay, I suck at washers, but this year, Eric made me play. Why? Because he wanted the grand prize. Our host of the event makes some awesome cinnamon rolls. To the winner of the washers tournament, he would deliver his homemade cinnamon rolls on the day of the first frost.
My husband was out for blood. He wanted those cinnamon rolls. So it came to finals. And somehow, we made it to the finals. Maybe it was our talent, but I think it was the power of our distraction – our children running across the yard just when someone was about to throw or Eli screaming, “MY TURN!” right as someone tossed. Some may call that cheating. I call it strategy. Muwahahahahaha!
Anyway, it was down to the finals, and it was us against a divorced mom and her 8-year-old daughter. Since I tossed half my washers while holding Georgia, I was not much help. Eric however managed to pull it out. The allure of those cinnamon rolls was enough for him to kick the ass of that 8-year-old girl in the finals of neighborhood washers. Woo hoo! Now we are just waiting with bated breath for that first frost, which by my calculations, should be coming up within the next week. I can just taste those cinnamon rolls!!
Our neighbors play some serious washers. Everyone plays in teams of two, and they have the brackets all drawn in a big white board.
Okay, I suck at washers, but this year, Eric made me play. Why? Because he wanted the grand prize. Our host of the event makes some awesome cinnamon rolls. To the winner of the washers tournament, he would deliver his homemade cinnamon rolls on the day of the first frost.
My husband was out for blood. He wanted those cinnamon rolls. So it came to finals. And somehow, we made it to the finals. Maybe it was our talent, but I think it was the power of our distraction – our children running across the yard just when someone was about to throw or Eli screaming, “MY TURN!” right as someone tossed. Some may call that cheating. I call it strategy. Muwahahahahaha!
Anyway, it was down to the finals, and it was us against a divorced mom and her 8-year-old daughter. Since I tossed half my washers while holding Georgia, I was not much help. Eric however managed to pull it out. The allure of those cinnamon rolls was enough for him to kick the ass of that 8-year-old girl in the finals of neighborhood washers. Woo hoo! Now we are just waiting with bated breath for that first frost, which by my calculations, should be coming up within the next week. I can just taste those cinnamon rolls!!
9 comments:
I think there are fewer calories in cinnamon rolls that someone brings to you than in, say, Cinnabons.
Ian
Great story!
cinnamon rolls are always a reason for me to do stuff. haha =]
I love cinnamon rolls, but the washers sound like a tough way to get them. Have a great MM. :)
That caused a big grin. That is a serious blood sport to destroy the hopes of an eight year old child .... Those cinnamon rolls sound delicious ... enjoy
I'd do anything for a cinnamon roll! Great post!
What a great story! :)
I love it.
LOL! What a person wont do for homemade cinny rolls, I tell ya! Great post and happy MM!
All's fair in love and cinnamon rolls?
Happy MM!
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