If it had not been for the leftovers, I would not have met the five little girls I met last night. I know the “foster” mom to these girls. She is the angel in this show.
As you can see I still had lots of food so I asked Shelly to bring her brood and come eat. I had food, but not a lot of energy. Shelly can still work although she is of an age most of us would not want to inherit one more child, for sure not five.
More than fifteen years ago, Shelly took on three small children to raise. One is now close to completing his year of basic training in National Guard, or something like that. The second is living away from home; the third is still living with Shelly.
The five new girls are all step-sisters of each other and of the three “originals.” Right here I could well get on a rant about disfunctional families, rotten mothers, and deadbeat dads, but I will refrain and keep the light on Shelly. In a few days I will be writing a blog about angels. I should remember to start with Shelly.
Shelly fed the girls. I sent most of the leftover leftovers home with her. Best way I ever disposed with leftovers.
Oh, yes, the cinnamon rolls went with her. 😀