Despite the 2 illnesses currently rampaging through our household, we extended a July 4th invite to friends of ours because, I guess, we are compulsive entertainers. Also? We live in squalor unless someone is expected to visit. These friends proved themselves to be somewhat devil-may-care by saying yes to, "3 of us have colds, and Susie is languishing from her 4-day fever/headache; ya wanna come over and have a cookout?"
Then I didn't sit down for the next 5 hours, what with cleaning bathrooms and swiffering floors and just trying to make things presentable. Even after 20 years, I don't seem to have gotten the hang of effortless entertaining. Is there some secret to it that everyone is keeping from me?
So! Our foolhardy friends brought 3 kids and 2 dogs to Plague Central here. Battle-hardened parents themselves, they didn't even blink when Susie threw up her dinner. In fact, our guests actively participated in the ensuing discussion of whether it was actually Susie or maybe one of the dogs who had barfed. Based on the forensic evidence at hand, we decided it was Susie; because the dog hadn't eaten any frankfurters.
Do I have to draw you a picture?
Don't worry - our friends got even with us by having their dog poop in our family room. Then the menfolk took the kids out to the fireworks, while the other mom and I lounged around the house and talked about how hard our lives were. Oh, and we had pie - lots of pie. Store-bought, of course. And our neighbors sent over a cheesecake they didn't want. When it rains, it pours.
Today? I reveled in my still-clean house and served party leftovers for all three meals. Pie for breakfast! Now I call that a holiday.
[BBQ image credit: rioc.com]
[Doggie photo credit: PetYourDog.com]