I went to the Holiday Social tonight. It was a BYOB and a appetizer or dessert. I wasn't intending on going, but on the way back from doing laundry a couple I know asked me if I wanted to go and sit with them. I still had clothes on the line and took some guff for doing laundry on "Christmas Eve" day. But, my daughter will be here in a week and I needed to wash blankets and definitely the towels I used for drying the dog after her bath the other day.
I came home, put eggs on the stove for the deviled eggs for tomorrow, rinsed the shower curtain I had bleaching in the tub, took a quick shower. neighbor man stopped by to ask me if I wanted to go for a beer while I was folding the laundry. No, couldn't do tonight.
The social was nice, the eats delicious. My cookies were a hit.
I still have presents to wrap. The house is a mess. And my legs are burning and painful. Luckily, my son said he wouldn't get here until "11:30 to 1:30". Probably 2:30, but most likely 5:30. No worries though. I'm going to dinner in the Recreation Hall at 3. Marc or no Marc. I have no food defrosted, so he won't eat that's all. I'm putting my foot down and reminding him that time with his mother actually does come before his friends. Maybe it won't come to that.
