My sister stopped by with some friends this week. I just love hanging around with these girls, they are so fun and giggly and sarcastic; just my kind of ladies. They're all in college and their enthusiasm is catchy. I found myself reverting back to my 'college self,' however horrifying that may be. Mabel was delighted (after she barked and scared them for a while) and bounced around like a bee in a jar. Matt just hid in his man-room for most of the night.
Although, I suspect that he enjoyed hosting more than he let on.
Entertaining for the girls was easy peasy. No fussy decorating or massive cleaning; just plain old table settings and pizza. And bless their hearts, they're so ecstatic to be out of the dorms and in a real house they don't even notice the dust bunnies in the corners.
One of the girls had hand surgery, and she showed me her injuries and pictures of the stitches. Ouch. I felt like I should take care of her somehow, but all I could do was send her back to school with a box full of left over pizza.