Oooops.
My son decides to have a couple of friends over the watch
the Bruins game on TV. The house is relatively
clean because earlier in the day my brother and his wife came over, and I
couldn't let them walk into this disaster zone.
So, as a result, I have swept, spot-dusted, and cleaned the
bathroom. You know, the important tasks.
But I did not expect my college-aged son to be home for any
of the spring break. His lacrosse team
was on a road trip, but he's home for two days before the semester starts up
again. This can only mean one very
important thing:
I do not have any food
in the house.
When son's two pals come by, I have nothing to offer for
drinks -- no soda, very little juice choice, and no bottled waters. Snacks consist of some crackers and cheese.
So, guests, I apologize profusely for not feeding you. Or offering you drinks. I am not the Hostess With the Mostest. Not this time, anyway, but with a little
warning, next time I promise: Snacks and
soda. I owe ya!
