Preparations..

I'm taking a break from housecleaning to post the following warning to the apparently 25 people coming to our house for Thanksgiving.

You should be aware that:

1). There will be 8 dogs in attendance. Don't worry, they're small, they don't bite and I'm pretty sure at least one of them might be slightly retarded*.

2). When I say "housecleaning," I mean, I'm removing the first layer of dirt. This is not going to be one of those situations where you can eat off the floor or wipe any piece of furniture with a white glove (without it turning brown). In fact, you should probably squint the whole time you're here and just don't look below waist level. It'll seem cleaner that way.

3). We're not serving turkey. That's right, you heard me. Pavo? No. I hope you like pulled pork sammiches--that's what Sam feels like cooking.

4). Just go ahead and ignore anything I say after the first 4 bottles of wine are opened. Yeah, there might be dancing and no, No cameras allowed.

okay, I think that's it--see you there!





*just a note, I am in no way trying to make light or fun of mental retardation, I'm not a jerk like that--according to the vet, this dog has some possible brain damage and she's still cute and sweet and entirely loveable. A little slow though.