Martha Stewart, I'm not. I'm not even her backwoods third-cousin fifth-removed.
Therefore, no chance of fancy at my place.
No fall-flaired decor, unless you count the leaves that sneak in on various forms of footwear that may or may not find themselves hastily swept up.
Does this stop me from inviting people to my home?
No fall-flaired decor, unless you count the leaves that sneak in on various forms of footwear that may or may not find themselves hastily swept up.
Does this stop me from inviting people to my home?
No.
It may stop people from accepting my invitations...but that's beside the point.
Today I decided to make chili dogs and invite a few people for Sunday dinner. Of course, lunch wasn't ready til two because I had to throw everything together. And clear a few spots. Oh, and decide about the menu (you can't just serve chili dogs) and work around the family members who wanted to be helpful with great ideas of their own.
Finally, after a last minute attempt to make Rice Krispie treats, without recipe or measuring, which resulted in a small fire...
Today I decided to make chili dogs and invite a few people for Sunday dinner. Of course, lunch wasn't ready til two because I had to throw everything together. And clear a few spots. Oh, and decide about the menu (you can't just serve chili dogs) and work around the family members who wanted to be helpful with great ideas of their own.
Finally, after a last minute attempt to make Rice Krispie treats, without recipe or measuring, which resulted in a small fire...
You think I'm kidding. I have witnesses.
After managing to decorate my entire chest and abdomen with chili sauce... We sat down to eat.
We had the best conversation and a relaxed time. Go figure. So, try to stuff that in a gourd, Martha.
