I worked 2 days this week, but thought it wouldn't be too big a deal as I'm home and "free" all next week. Bobby's niece is getting married tomorrow, and some family we don't get to see very often came in town a few days earlier than I anticipated. So instead of catching up on things last night, we spent the time visiting, which was fun. And then my cousin facebooked me, saying her husband is in training in Cary, and she's flying up to join him this weekend and wants to know if I'll be free next week. Miss up a chance to see someone who I normally see only once a year? Not on your life! So I only have half of my house cleaned and the project for my sister is still undone as well as another project that needed to be done by what I thought was Sunday night, but that's okay. My "free" time is now family time, and what doesn't get done simply will not get done. Meanwhile, my chores await.
Saturday we had a baby shower for Bobby's niece. As I was making the mints, Bobby asked what else was on the menu. After I recited off the litany of items, he responded with "No peanut butter?! This shower is for Hannah! What's she going to eat?" (Hannah has had stomach problems over the years and has been unable to tolerate many foods, but peanut butter has been her staple.) Despite my assurances that she would enjoy the foods we were having, he was adamant that I needed to make peanut butter & jelly sandwiches for the shower. Even though I protested that NOBODY took that to a shower, he persisted, and informed me I could make them dainty with my little cutter. And so I did. To my surprise all but 3 were eaten. Who'd a thunk it?
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