Today through mid-week next week is looking insane for me, so I need to warn you now that you may have a drought of bowel movement posts, posts about how my hair looks that day, and/or posts that only I think are funny.  I apologize in advance; I hope you will forgive me. (Or not, but keep reading regardless.  You can read mad.  I don’t care.)

Lemme tell you why yesterday was THE BEST DAY EVER:

I was hosting Book Club last night, and had other errands to run, so I took off early to clean the house.  Unbeknownst to me, my hubby had beat me to it.  When I arrived home, the house was SPOTLESS.  I mean, even I was impressed.  So I literally could kick back and watch The People’s Court for an hour.

(Of course, I couldn’t do that.  I tried, but instead, I buzzed around the house finding ANYTHING to do.)

The Boy came over for a visit, sporting his new XCalibur t-shirt from his trip to Vegas.  The one thing he thought was most awesome?  They served chocolate milk at the hotel.  That was it.  Thank God he’s easy to please.

Book Club started pouring in right at seven, and for the first time EVER (and totally worth documenting), everyone brought food.  Okay, Ra sent champagne with Steph, and Kari made the MOST AWESOME pineapple shooters, but no one brought anything to drink.  It was bizarre.  We had copious amounts of food, but I just looked around and wondered: WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE AND WHAT HAVE THEY DONE WITH THE BOOK CLUB WHO DRINKS?

Ooh, ooh, and THEN.. they talked about the book.  Like, seriously.  And admittedly, it was my book choice and I couldn’t even finish the damn thing. (I could not connect to the main character AT ALL and just started resenting him, which brought on major pangs of guilt that I hated an autistic child.) But, yeah, they started talking about Christ paradigms (which I didn’t get) and panoramic settings (uh huh?) and the argument behind 1 being a prime number. 

Again, the question at the frontal lobe: WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE AND WHERE IS THE BOOK CLUB THAT DRINKS AND THEN GOSSIPS?

You know what I think did it?  I was playing classical jazz in the background.  It’s scientifically proven to make you more intellectual, you know.  Throw in some jello shots and you’re golden.  Frickin’ Einsteins.

Anyway, so we had an awesome time.  I so enjoyed the company. (Caroline, I’m gonna walk over your two bottles of emergency wine today that remained unopen.  And someone brought a pretty ceramic dish that they left.. it had the cheese straws in it?)

Bryan came back as we were wrapping up, and when everyone left and he was helping me straighten up (as I swigged the rest of the merlot from the bottle.. cause I’m a classy biotch), I asked him what he did all evening.  I had told him he wasn’t allowed home, and I blessed him to do whatever he wanted.. book store, strip club, up the mountain, didn’t care.  And what did he do?

“I went shopping for dishwashers, and I found one I really like.  I just need to measure the cabinets.”

OH. MY. GOD.

So all of the stars have aligned, and things are so working out to be amazing.  More to come.