Obession Complete

The practice with the ladies from my Mardi Gras Society went well last night. I over-prepared, as usual - more food, more drinks, and more whatnot than I needed. Of course, it's always better to have too many than not enough. I was absolutely shaking with anticipation before they came over. In all, nobody complained about funky smells or bad tasting food, at least not to my face. The wine was an odd color though, I need to try it to ensure I didn't offend the lady who drank it. No, I'm not looking for an excuse to drink some wine. But hey, some wine does sound good.

I don't know why I obsessed about my house in preparation for the practice. We (LOML* and I) decorated, painted a bathroom, steam cleaned the carpet, and so much more to make the house "presentable". There was really nothing wrong with it to begin with, but these were things we had wanted to do in the first place. Things that we had been talking about doing. Things that we could have lived without. Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining they got done. I just think we could have enjoyed the holidays a bit more if we weren't so nervous about our house. We just don't have house guests often enough to set a limit on how much preparation is enough. Now that everything is in its place, it won't be as hard next time. At least, oh dear God, I hope not.

As is typical, Asia (my kitty) FLED as soon as the doorbell rang. She did not emerge from behind the couch for almost an hour after the ladies departed. She's getting more and more scared of people and more and more adventurous about trying to get outside. She did to enjoy hearing us dance from her poor viewpoint. I was hoping she would at least pop her head out or run frantically toward the bedroom, limbs flailing about, as an explanation for the gazillion kitty toys laying about the house. That was one of the few things I let go. KITTY TOYS However, there was NO kitty. At least no one asked. I would've had to plead, "No, I really DO have a cat. She just doesn't like people. Well, she does like people, she just doesn't like OTHER people. She's just weird. But, I promise, she does exist." At least I didn't have to go through that. Alright, I've vented enough. I just wanted to say that I am proud of myself, I had people, real people over to my house and it wasn't a disaster. Ahhhh, I can breath a bit better now.


*LOML=Love of My Life