Guess Who's Coming to Dinner

I think I may have a new reader today.

I would like to extend a welcome to my sister-in-law. She and her family were over last night for a barbecue to (belatedly) celebrate #1's birthday, and I told her about my blog. She emailed herself my URL on the spot, so if she's out there reading this, I'm glad.

Now that I've set that up, I have a story to tell that involves her in the periphery. I hope she doesn't take offence. Actually, I think she'll get a laugh out of it.

Main Man was excitedly digging and planting in his beloved garden yesterday. Because of busy-ness and rain over the last month or so, he has had to put gardening off, so he was very happy to finally have a sun-filled sky on a Sunday afternoon to enjoy his little plot.

I, of course, was at the kitchen table working on my reports, trying to dodge bullets of, "Mo-o-o-o-om, what can I do? There's nothing to do. Can you take us to the science centre? Can we.......?"

Suddenly, the phone rang, and everyone ran for it. I won.

On the phone was my aforementioned SIL, calling to apologise that they would be a little late in arriving because her son wouldn't get off work until 6:00.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaagh!

Had I even remembered that we were having company for supper? Of course not.

Main Man had set up this date a couple of weeks ago. I had known about it, but it had been completely pushed out of my conscious mind with thoughts of numbers, letters, and "Have a great summer!"s

Thank goodness our nephew had to work that day! Otherwise, we would have had quite a surprise come suppertime.

Luckily, that fateful phone call had come early enough that a wonderful supper was able to be put together in time. Even the livingroom carpet was vacuumed and the house relatively ship-shape in time.

Whew!