Friday morning of Memorial Day weekend, I decided the
Thomberg's were light on calendar events for the holiday ahead. What to do??? Entertain! Whip together a BBQ, of course.
Friday at 10 am - I called my best friend Gretchen.
"Hey... What are you guys up to on Sunday? You know how I mentioned we should get together?"
Friday at noon - I lunched with two dear friends.
"Hey.. What are you guys doing on Sunday?"
Friday at 6 pm -
"Mark... What would you think if we hosted a BBQ on Sunday???"
Friday at 7 pm - I
texted and called those friends I had casually thrown the idea around with (and a few more of COURSE).
Saturday after a trip to the
Mpls Farmer's Market - Worked the guest list, worked the yard, worked the house, and debated the menu with Mark (Crock pot of shredded turkey for sandwiches or hamburgers and
hotdogs?)
Saturday at 4 pm - Left the house for the Costco run. On the list - plenty of white wine, beer, fresh
pattied hamburgers,
hot dogs, buns, fruit, juice boxes, a giant bag of those really
delicious crinkle cut sea salt
potato chips, and a glorious cream filled cake with strawberries on top.
Saturday at 6 pm - Dashed into Party Place as they were closing the doors for blue napkins and plates, forks, spoons, cups, and a few more flags for decor.
Sunday morning - Lament about the weather and begin set up.
Sunday afternoon - Eagerly wait for the arrival of our guests.
Sunday around 4 pm - Drinking, eating, grilling and games with friends!
Flags in our planters out front.
The men playing
boche ball on the lawn Mark can be very pround of.
Eating inside in anticipation of a few sprinkles.
Lawn time with Sam.
The sound of children's laughter and play, and screeches of delight may be one of the best parts of a summer picnic.
We had a wonderful time! We had a similar impromptu BBQ last year... and you can probably expect a similar post next year. That's how we roll at the Thomberg's. We loved having Jess, the Lyons, the H-we's and sister Sam, and Brett & Rachel for a fun afternoon and evening.
Add in the imagination of four year olds and you have the arrival of two pirates on the shores of Lake Superior!
Marlys is loved and missed. Her memories shine bright.
Brett checking the slab of pork loin large enough to serve the entire neighborhood. (There are still leftovers in my fridge. I will be moving to the freezer.)
On the water, with the sun or our shoulders and the wind in our faces.
Dean and Uncle Brett.
Dad and Chris in the back. 
Flags in our planters out front.
The men playing boche ball on the lawn Mark can be very pround of.
Eating inside in anticipation of a few sprinkles.
Lawn time with Sam. 
