We’re expecting company over for dinner in about an hour. A large part of me wishes they’d call and say that they can’t make it.  I’d rather curl up with S and watch one of the many movies we got this past week.

Alas, I should get ready for our guests. I really don’t feel like entertaining tonight, or rather, I don’t feel like entertaining them. They’re quite caustic, cynical and I’m sure much mocking will be done of S and I.

The good part? S and I are well stocked in alcohol, so we’ll be able to dull the pain a bit that way.