Never A Dull Moment

These past few days, our family has been readying our home for a visit from my beautiful sister-in-law, Lindsay,(all my sister-in-laws are beautiful) and my beautiful, niece,(all my nieces are beautiful) Morgan.

In case you don't know Lindsay, I have known her since I was at least five years old. Lindsay was a high schooler when she started hanging around our home (sometimes outside our home since my father was a notorious teaser, keeping her fearful of coming inside). My teen aged brother, Doug, was the reason why she visited. I wasn't always so receptive to my brother's dates, but Lindsay easily earned a place in my heart. She had beautiful long brown hair, a soft voice, and comforting brown eyes.  If there were such a person, she would be one of those rare people who actually may have missed out on being inherently evil. 

So, our family prepped our house for the visit by cleaning those places that "no man has gone before". We also tried to accomplish tasks in the yard that may earn some respect back from the neighbors, as we have been somewhat negligent in keeping up with the Jones as of late.  

So I'll do a little rewinding of our family's happenings...

Thursday, started out as a fun day with my baristo babe (I don't know if that is the correct name for a male barista)Paul, helping me out at the book fair for the kids' writing classes. Paul made "coffee" drinks for the kids and staff during Emma's writing class. It was quite a blast just serving the kids, watching them enjoy themselves in the class, and having fun "imagining" the classroom as a bookstore/coffee house. 

Paul had to leave early, so I had to "man" the espresso maker. Now, if you know me, you know that I don't do mechanical things very well. It's a combination of not paying attention to the directions, learned helplessness, and a brain that just doesn't do mechanical things (think of those intelligence test where you try to put certain shaped blocks together. I can never figure how they actually go together).  Before the book fair, Paul told me he would have to leave for a meeting, which meant I either had to recruit a barista, or actually pay enough attention to his directions to be the barista. Well, after some help from Evander, and a little wasted coffee, I learned how to make a latte! What I didn't realize was that I had worked myself into a job, as I had recently begun letting my husband make me a latte in the morning. What was I thinking...

*I am so falling asleep that I need to keep all of you in suspense until sometime tomorrow on our happenings...although I traditionally do not post on a Tuesday, I will make an exception as I have more exciting news to note...