Party Preparation

Remember how I told you The Kiefer Cottage is hosting an open house?  Yup, I am a glutton for punishment because I scheduled it on a whim and now actually have to follow through.

What've we been up to in preparation for said party?

Painting.

Mudding. Sanding.

Baking. Freezing.

I haven't planned a party in ages. My last one was pot luck and only involved impoverished graduate students. This time, we'll have small children and adults.  I'm not a huge "kid-friendly snack" advocate, so we'll see what we come up with.  Isn't the party Saturday?  A little late to still be making decisions.  Well, Georgette, you do the work and then you can start criticizing.   No thanks.  That's what I thought.  Anywho, Miss Meanie, we'll have homemade cinnamon rolls.  And some kind of beverage.  If we stopped there, it'd still be a success.

We don't know how many people are coming. In the digital age, I don't expect RSVPs from everyone--it's a given that many people will say *maybe* until a better offer comes along.  Others will assume that no response means "no". Adding to the uncertainty is the fact we invited the neighbors with just a little flyer and did not ask for a yay or nay.  So we could have as few as five people (just us--please I hope not--I have fifty sweet rolls that I cannot eat by myself.  Well, I could. But I shouldn't. My pants are begging me not to) or as many as forty.  Or more.  

On a funny note, I did get a bold-faced lie response.  A kindly reminder: Social media reveals all.  Also, if you're gonna tell a story (as opposed to just saying "can't make it!"), make it a really good one.  Like, I'm going to be recovering from my calf implant surgery.  Or I'm accepting the Nobel Peace Prize that morning.  Or I have this nasty hangnail that flares up each and every Saturday in November.  See how much more fun that is?

So all this is to say that if you need me this week, I'll be up to my ears in pie crust and doilies.