Well, as you know, we've got this little anniversary soiree to tend to tomorrow, so in a fit of idiocy I intend to take the whole day off to make sure stuff gets to where it's supposed to go, and that we get the various bits and pieces of impedimenta installed correctly, and to be there to pick up the kids the moment they get off the bus so we can run them home and get them to slip into something uncomfortable, and then make the mad rush BACK to the reception room before the party gets swinging. After which will be much tumult, I am certain.
Due to familial interference, what I had originally thought might be somewhat fun little affair is one that I now look forward to with the intense longing one might feel for being repeately punched in the crotch. It wouldn't be so bad if I could use Saturday and Sunday to recuperate, but we know how THOSE days go.
Anyway, though, I've got stuff to finish here, so I can be off tomorrow. LOTS of stuff. Stuff that looks serious, if you look at it just right.
So, I now turn around the "Closed" sign, and invite you to come back around Monday and see if I managed to make it through without insulting every in-law I have back five generations, or crying in a corner.
CHEERS!
Posted by Terry Oglesby at March 9, 2006 02:13 PMHopefully you can arrange for one of your youngsters to take some candid shots, since you will be too busy scurrying around as the host with the most.
Good luck on the party. Like a kidney stone, this too shall eventually pass.
Posted by: Marc V at March 9, 2006 02:21 PMTerry,
Good luck with the soiree, and hopefully it will be more bearable than the passing of a stone, to note Marc's metaphor. On the other hand, I suppose one might want to be stoned to get through it.
Posted by: Stan at March 9, 2006 02:40 PM