I am a complete spaz. Last year, Mr. M and I started a tradition of doing an early-December open house sort of thing, and I'm really looking forward to it... and I'm also scared. It's just a day of cookie-baking and takeout, but I'm inviting all different people, and they may not mesh well, and there's no telling who will come... oy!

Time to turn it over. (Also time to not worry about our shabby apartment...)


  1. Yeah I get this. I've discovered though that my friends don't really care what my apartment looks like and I'm really thankful for that. But it took a long time to get over.

  2. I'm finally letting go of that fear. Your friends only care about YOU--and maybe a few cookies. It'll be fun.

  3. That sounds so fun! Remember, they come cause they WANT to!

    Save me a cookie!

  4. what a cool tradition. maybe when we're out of the parish...


"So keep fightin' for freedom and justice, beloveds, but don't you forget to have fun doin' it. Lord, let your laughter ring forth. Be outrageous, ridicule the fraidy-cats, rejoice in all the oddities that freedom can produce. And when you get through kickin' ass and celebratin' the sheer joy of a good fight, be sure to tell those who come after how much fun it was."
-Saint Molly Ivins