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Last Night

Setting: A lovely, mild, early summer evening. The time is after church. The wind is barely blowing.

Characters: A young couple, just finished with another year of teaching and ready to celebrate summer.

Wife (on the way home from church): You know what it would be a great night for? A bonfire in our backyard.

Husband: That sounds like a great idea

After the young couple arrived home from church, they did some dishes, changed clothes and watered the garden.

Wife (while husband is lighting the fire using his wonderful fire making skills learned in Scouts): What would you like to eat?

Husband: Do we have stuff for S'mores?

Wife: Yes! I just bought it this week. The stuff was all on sale.

The young couple sits down by the fire with all of their stuff and enjoy the nice evening by the fire.

Husband: Shall I roast a marshmallow for you?

Wife: That would be great. I will get the rest of the stuff ready for our S'mores. We have the good brand of graham crackers because they were the ones on sale.

Husband: Great!

The young couple reminisce about their camping trips, making S'mores on the island with relatives from the Netherlands who had never seen a marshmallow before, let alone roasted one.

Husband: They are ready.

Wife: The marshmallows look perfect.

The young couple make their S'mores. Wife takes a bite and thinks to herself that something doesn't taste quite right, but says nothing, thinking it was just her imagination. Wife takes another bite and has the same thought.

Husband (after taking a few bites): These taste weird.

Wife: Yeah. What part is it? The graham cracker?

Husband (eats a bit of just graham): Yuck! This graham cracker tastes terrible.

Wife takes packet of graham crackers and smells it and is almost overcome with fumes coming off of it. She open the other two packets of graham crackers to find they all emit the same odor.

Husband: What is the date on the box?

Wife (looks at box): January...2008.

Husband: My crackers are going in the fire. I didn't know graham crackers could go bad like that.

Wife: It smells so rancid. Who knew a date on a box of crackers could be so important.

Moral of the story - Always check the dates on your graham crackers.

Comments

Cheryl said…
wow- you are such a budding thespian- (sp?) I liked the forshadowing with the "they were on sale"

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