A family reunion for my husband's side of the family...
Invitations were sent...food was purchased...the house was clean and everything was ready to go.
40+ people were expected yesterday afternoon at 2:00 pm for the EVENT of the YEAR at our home.
Okay, not really a disaster...I exaggerate. (Moi? Exaggerate? Imagine that. Hee.)
Thirty minutes before the first guests are expected to arrive, I reach into the pantry to grab a last-minute food item, and I accidentally bump into a box of spaghetti on the shelf.
And my pantry floor looks like this in a nano-second:
"REALLY?????!!!" I shriek, adding, "Like I need this NOW!!!!!"
"Who the HECK left a box of spaghetti OPEN????"
I look accusingly at the rest of the family.
And then I realize...that would have been ME. As I am the only spaghetti cook in the family.
Nothing like a good game of 52 (and then some) Pick-Up Stix thirty minutes before a party.