The first half of Saturday was lovely. We had my dad's sisters over for a late lunch. Aunt C lives in So. Cal, and even though Aunt D lives less than 1/2 hour away, this was the first time we've had her to our 'new' home.

Aunt D and her husband used to run a nursery and landscaping business and so she knows quite a bit about plants, of course. I'm going to have to invite her over again soon so she can direct me on the fine art of pruning. She made a comment about one of my trees out front that has been pommed (that's when it's trimmed like a poodle- tee hee), but needed trimming. Yikes, even though I dislike poodles, I'd sure hate to have a disruly pommed tree.

Speaking of plants, my Stargazer Lily is finally blooming!


Now to the not so great part of the day. Party number two.

The bearded eye-roller had also invited our friends over on Saturday before we'd settled on a date with my aunts. They hadn't come up with a time or plans yet, so when he went to settle it with them I asked him *specifically* to mention that it would be snacks and not dinner since we were planning on eating a large meal so late with the aunts. We set the time for 6pm.

I asked him again, about 15 minutes before they were supposed to show, if he specifically mentioned that it would be snacks and not dinner. His answer was something to the effect of, "Dinner wasn't mentioned- so I'm sure they're not expecting it."

This is when I felt the blood drain from my face. He could see that I was uncomfortable with his answer, so he tried to assure me that everyone knows not to expect dinner unless it's specifically mentioned. I reminded him that EVERY TIME we've had them over, we've fed them dinner in the past. This is considered an implied DINNER invitation.

I got the basic you-silly-woman-pat-on-the-head treatment.

Well, the joke was on him... They WERE expecting that we'd feed them. They were awfully quiet about it, until their 10 year old piped up at some point in the evening, telling us that he was hungry.

Good thing I have a poker face, otherwise the bearded eye-roller would have seen one of those looks that kill.

I had nothing but leftovers of potato salad in the house. I mentioned the potato salad and one of the guests said that they liked it, unless it had eggs. Strike one.

What does a good hostess do in this sort of situation? She gets pizza! Since it was a Saturday night, I knew delivery would take more than an hour so I ordered it for pick up.

Having no food for our guests must have aged me 10 years, because when I got my checkbook out to pay for the pizza she asked, "Are you 55 or over?"

This, my friends, was the THING that put me right over the edge. I started laughing like a crazy woman. I'm sure she was really afraid at that point because when I handed over my license she was trying to make it up to me by saying that my DL picture makes me look like a teenager.

I must have mentioned the "are you 55 or over" at least 10 times during the evening because I was asked if I was ever going to let it go.

Ummmm, NO!

As you can see, I *still* haven't let it go.

Hmmph!