and the ref didn't even call it.....

ok, so....the countdown continues.....i actually got out the picnic silver and polished all 14 mismatched place settings....i think this silver plate collection came from my mother's side of the family.....the knives match the forks, but there are 2 styles of spoons, neither match anything else......but when buffed and folded in a cloth napkin they seem adequately festive......i also hauled out( of my mother's garage) an antique copper container suitable to hold ice....and beer and wine.....the front has been cleaned off...and i did labor quite awhile trying to bring the copper through the grime on the back...with vinegar and salt....and elbow grease....will continue that tomorrow.....in the midst of all thus my youngest child arrived home from a tournament game in lexington....they won but she didn't play....from my lengthy experience with team sports, the ref never calls it.......and if he does happen to notice, the call is against your team......in the real world, the ref never calls it.....people who do next to nothing seem to continue in their merry paths of under-utilization with no regrets nor ramifications...and that is the way things are......i came close to telling the youngest child that the ref never calls it right.....but this is a lesson she must learn on her own......