It's BH's 75th birthday today. It's 6:45am and he's still sleeping. I'm patiently waiting for him to wake up so that the tornado of activity can start. Vacuuming, a little dusting, changing bed linens, marinating the ribs, finishing touches on the cake, hauling over the coolers for the beer and the air mattress for guests, finish setting up the camper, get the rolls out of the freezer (better do that now or else....), hang pictures son's fiance drew for us and shower ---- definitely shower.
And of course, as the weatherman predicted, it's raining. Sprinkling, actually. There is word that it will only be a morning thing with sun brightening the day until early evening. Then more rain. Of course. Why not. Crap.
My stomach has been upside down over the past few days with all the preparations, anticipation and anxiety. I'm thinking a few beers later will help calm it down. I KNOW a few beers will help. It's much too early right now, so I'll have to hold it together til at least noon. Never want it to be said that I'm a morning drinker!!
BH is going to pick up daughter and son, so that'll give me 2 1/2 hours to fly through all the things that need to be done. Somehow it's always easier and faster without someone hanging around the house.
Son will be staying the night. That's one extra overnighter not planned. Crap. A little more anxiety.
Well, here's hoping the skies clear, the sun shines brightly for most of the day, the kids from the Cities make it up here early enough to have a great time, and that everybody goes home tomorrow early enough so BH and I can collapse and have a quiet evening.
Wish us luck!!
crafting on: bunty mitts and wee hats
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