I had never had s'mores until fairly recently, because I have marshmallow issues.

Have you never been around a campfire whilst in America? Toasting marshmallows can be very zen if you have the patience for it. Add chocolate and graham crackers afterward and it's just... delightful. Microwave versions don't count.

I don't recall ever being in a bouncy house.

Toasting marshmallows can be very zen if you have the patience for it.

There is nothing zen about flaming balls of sugar. Excitement, yes, but not zen.

(What do you mean, you aren't supposed to set the marshmallows on fire? That's just crazy talk.)

Shit, football is starting soon. How am I going to watch football without a TV?

I do like the ER's graham crackers a great deal, and bon's eagle eyes pointed out what I hadn't noticed--they're honey grahams, which is why the ones I'd bought weren't as tasty. But I'm going to stick to noshing on the crackers and apple juice they give me as a special (har) treat and not try and have it in the house. I have enough weaknesses.

I was just watching an unspecified show which seemed to hinge on a particular kind of swinging. But they stated it like This Is How You Swing. No men admitted without women--it's all about their comfort. However, the scenario is cuckolding, but a really weak kind--the husband chooses his "replacement", and he steps in at the last minute to prevent actual swinging being swung.

What is that, even? I mean, I'm not looking to prime time TV to accurately represent any sort of kink, but this seemed even more broken than, say, CSI and adult babies. If for nothing else than presenting it as the way it's done, not a way it's done.

Toasting marshmallows can be very zen

Or you can be the non-zen me and keep lighting them on fire, then taking off the outside.

I used to toast marshmallows for other people, because that is fun, but eating them, no.

Campfire in America? Nope. I've been around campfires in:

• Jamaica
• Morocco
• Britain
• Canada

I didn't get here until age 23. Past my peak camping years, by far.

Speaking of white people...I was at a BBQ last night, and the girl who had caused the BBQ (she got her PhD) had NEVER HAD SMORES. Because she said it was a white people thing.

Yeah, I would say it's a camp/camping thing. Which has a heavy overlap with white people things, I'm sure.

I've never been in a bouncy house that I can recall. I think they are rich people things! Or something. People-with-yards things?

Sports bar, Dana?

Eta: I think my bouncy house experiences, such as they were, were at church fairs or the like.