It was nice of Kate and José to invite my beloved husband Christian and I to a summer cookout to celebrate the recently passed Fourth of July holiday.
"It's almost August," I pointed out, following the proper guest etiquette of criticism.
"That's what makes it such a celebration, Ana" José gushed.
The day was hot, and all of us were sweating profusely. Especially José who was slaving over that hot, hot grill.
On the table in front of me was a plate of homemade donuts. I couldn't help helping myself to a few. Maybe a lot. Okay, ALL of them.
They were yummy.
Imagine our surprise when José, in preparing the hamburger patties, rolled the ground beef into a ball, stuck it under his arm, and SQUISHED!
"HOLY CRAP!" I exclaimed. "That's the most disgusting thing I've ever seen in my life."
"You think that's disgusting?" Kate said. "You should have seen him make the donuts."