So DH’s relatives come in from out-of-town…way out of town.  Met them for brunch yesterday and spent the day at Yorktown – – shopping retail.  The person who said shopping is therapy was in need of same.  Get booted out when they close the Mall and DH gets the bright idea to invite them all to the house.  They have plans (thank you, Jesus), but tomorrow works.

I’ve mentioned *cough* in the past that I’m kinda flexible when it comes to cleaning.  Yes, I’ll do the laundry on a daily basis and run the dishwasher and stuff, but the rest?  Before now, the surface of the dining room table was only family legend.  So today I get up, run a couple of loads of laundry, run the dishwasher, make a couple of boxes of chocolate chip cookies, large pot of chai tea ’cause it’s friggin’ cold out, large Dutch oven of scalloped potatoes and ham, large pot of shredded chicken for tacos and snacky-type stuff.

Cars pulled into the driveway about 3 — so I went upstairs to get dressed.  Yes, it was that kind of day.  Come downstairs to DH telling them how he’s the only one who cleans the house.  Then asks where we keep the pots (that would be the pot rack hanging from the ceiling).  He also has cooking delusions, so I just tell people he’s going for the triple and the next claim will be that he can fly.  Updates at 10.s

But everything went smoothly up until I cut my thumb slicing french bread and Hello Kitty bandaids didn’t help much.  It worked out well because then i was done with prep work since none of the foods contained tomato sauce…

But everything went well and we all had a good time with a large fire in the fireplace and  burn pit  and the aforementioned food.  Oh, and lots and lots and lots of booze.  ‘cause they’ll forgive you anything if there’s enough booze in them.

So Happy New Year to you all and tomorrow we’ll get back on track.