Hostess with the leastest (c'est moi)

Today I invited some dear friends over for a snack but nearly ended in tragedy when I almost killed their little boy for whom I would give my life. We recently bought a house and thought we could fish for compliments. Also, hubby finally managed to put together a bookcase and I got rid off all the cardboard boxes which were part of our house décor until about 3 pm today. So what better way to show off our superior engineering and housekeeping skills than to call dear friends (under pretext of providing snacks of course) and have them ooh and aah over the whole thing? It was all a brilliant set up, I’m telling you.

I invited them all proper like and mentioned the time and RSVP and all that, but forgot to tell them our address or phone number. Because you know we are REALLY FAMOUS people and I mean really, it is not my fault that they couldn’t find it. I did tell one of them 3 weeks before that we live near a lake and we all know there is only one lake in Florida. But finally they did come thanks to a phone call I made at the last minute.

So they all came and said it was a nice house and everything. Grandma B (my friend’s mom) said that I was a super woman (I love you!) when I know that when guests come over, I stash everything inside the closet and lock it with a padlock. Haha it’s easy to fool everyone. Okay, I am getting long-winded here and let me get to the main part. There is this dish today that I served (cutlets), which most people love. Last time I made it for church dinner; one person said that it is so good he would pay for it. I have been fluffed up ever since. But alas, as the Good Book says, pride comes before a fall. When I made it today, it was a bit too spicy. Well, they ate it and suffice to say, cleared their sinuses. The worst part was when the small kid ate it when no one was watching him- No words describe it-You had to be there. Hubby summed it up well. How the mighty have fallen!!!

And then as if what I did was not enough, I woke up a sleeping baby and made work for the already overworked mama. (Sorry H!) So with all these bloggity awards going on, if there is one for worst hostess of the year, please don’t forget to nominate me.

Thanks for all the love.

ME