Weekend plans

We're having a leisurely Saturday morning breakfast. I don't have to leave the house until 9:30, so we're sort of poking along, eating our Bob's Red Mill Gluten-Free Mighty Tasty Hot Cereal (or CLM, as we call it, which stands for corny love mush). The boy asks what I want to do that night.

I sort of run through the options in my head. We could watch a DVD, go for a walk, play some Mexican train dominoes...you know the regular stuff.

I sort of shrug. But he's talking!

"Well, there's this wedding we could go to. Or this guy with the classical guitar."

I am slack jawed.

"We were invited to a wedding?"

"Yeah, yeah. It's this casual wedding over by the lake."

"But it's today."

"Yeah."

"Why have I never heard about this before? Do we need to bring a gift?"

He looks sad. "Wedding, huh?"

"Yes. Someone's wedding is more important than some guy playing guitar."

"No gift. Just a dish to pass at the potluck."

"You're telling me approximately," here I do some quick math in my head, "about nine hours before the wedding that we need to find appropriate clothing and an appropriate dish. You do know that I am working for about three of those nine hours, too, don't you?"

He hangs his head. "Wedding, huh?"

Now, why do boys do this? Don't they know that the wedding is going to come out ahead in my calculus of fun things to do on the weekend?

We took some gluten-free cookies made from scratch. They were quite tasty.

P.S. Our KitchenAid mixer really rocks. I know I went all crazy debating whether or not it even needed to be on our wedding registry, but it made baking so much easier. No wonder people go crazy for those things.