Here also is a cute picture of Thena and I on the gondola at the Venetian. Guiseppe, our gondolier, was very charming.
I completely forgot that I was overcome but some sort of mad hostess urge and invited something like 5 people, not including the boy (who seems no longer to be in the house guest category somehow), to crash at my house this weekend after Dickens. I was clearly insane at the time, but there it is. So tonight I need to clean my living room, sewing room, and probably the bathroom so that people can be in my home. The boy has apparently caught this mad hostess disease, and today decided that he would try to bring breakfast for everyone. It's very sweet but rather disconcerting for some reason.
I flat out refuse to make pancakes for 7 people on Sunday morning. Coffee, maybe, pancakes or omelets, no way. Although I could probably do a nice fritatta without too much trouble if I manage to get some grocery shopping at some point...
Ack! I've turned into Martha Stewart!
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