When an email came out last Thursday asking if someone would host the Track team dinner, I said that I would do it. I was told to expect 45 girls and I would be supplies all the food. Umm, ok. Do they not realized what a production that is. I had one mom agree to make a bowl of salad to help.
I actually didn't even start shopping until noon. A bunch of Gorton's trays of pasta, garlic bread from the Picnic basket, and a big cake did the trick. I was so proud that I didn't stress myself out like usual. But I was lucky that less than 30 girls showed up, because man those girls can eat. I had part of a tray of lasagna left an that was it.
Here's everyone singing Happy Birthday to Grecia. Sorry, but I don't really want to post all their faces since I don't know their families. :)
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