The Second Coming
Everyone who knows an inkling about me, knows that I throw myself into fuss/panic mode when company and/or important people are visiting. Doesn’t matter if you’ve known me for years and seen me at my worse, when you come visit, things HAVE to be nice.
At least this time around we’ve had more than 4 days notice, however with work being so crazy both K and I have had little time for things. Not to mention the lack of working staple gun is REALLY PUTTING A DAMPER on my planter box making for the patio. My list of things to do is growing like mad and nothing seems to be getting done.
weee.
