September 23, 2006

The Day Of

Today's party day; rainy, gloomy, damp. Ugh. You know what that means, all those hooligans trapped in my house! They'd just better take their shoes off.

But, if there's an upside to this, it's that the guest list has shrunk considerably in the last 24 hours. One of the SIL's called to say they wouldn't be here because her kids are sick; she's got enough sense not to spread the germs into OH.

At any rate, there should be about a half dozen kids here, not so bad compared to last year's fiasco.

I'm taking a few minutes to relax with a cuppa and a romp around Blogaritaville before I have to go back to getting the house ready. And then a jolly joy ride to get the cake. Woo! Hoo!

As per usual, I'm sitting here singing songs that just pop into my head. This morning my family was treated to my redition of "The Gambler." Husband got a sick look on his face at that; I'm not much of a singer.

I don't know how, but then I started in on "You Picked a Fine Time to Leave Me" and said to Husband:

"When you heard it on the radio, all those years ago, didn't you think he was saying 'four hundred children' instead of 'four hungry children'?"

"No, I always heard it as hungry," he said with a roll of the eyes.

"Well," says I, "I heard hundred and thought no wonder Lucille left!"

This is normal, Saturday morning conversation, people.