Cleanliness is next to insanity.
Em’s birthday is upon us, so we’re having a party on Friday after school like last year. This year she’s invited nine people. Last year, she invited six, we got two RSVPs, and everybody showed up, so I have no idea what to expect. I have arranged for Mr. Tvini to be on standby with another car to ferry people back home. It’s not exactly safe to pack ’em all in to my car like sardines. Also, I do not want to have to explain to the police why I am carrying a dozen little girls in the back of the car, arms and legs sticking out the windows like I’m bringing home fence posts.
I wish I had more time to update here. I do have stories: the Day of Three Pies, the D&D Dumpling Gang Go Sailing, plus oh so many more. There’s never a dull moment. Of course, if there were more dull moments, I’d have more time to update but nothing to write about, so there’s your Catch-22.
At any rate. With so many people coming over, it’s time to shovel the hovel. If worse comes to worse, I can jam everything in one room and close it off like Fibber McGee’s closet. Nothing could go wrong with that plan!