Okay, the good news? I am feeling better. I stayed in bed extra long.. I think that shot of Nyquil at 7 in the morning helped with the additional rest… Ya think? It’s nice to be feeling a bit more normal. Don’t get me wrong tho, I am still gonna sit on my ass as much as possible today. Heh. The bad news is that Richard has become this deranged combo of Bree and Martha Stewart. He is walking around humming, muttering under his breath, and singing. Insane, I tell you.
I went downstairs as soon as I woke up. At noon. He already had placed the serving platters, spread out glasses and the wine selection, moved furniture around, and had the warming dishes staged. Every platter had a post-it note labeling what will go in it. Everything staged and ready. Right down to the paper plates and napkins. He walked over to the warming dishes, muttered something, reversed the placement, nodded, and shuffled up the stairs. I think he’s losing it. But I have to say, looking at the staged serving ware, it is going to be a lovely spread. I just hope he settles on a flattering lighting arrangement without too many candles. No one has time to monitor all of that.
I wish I could help more, but it is better I rest. Besides, one of us has to remain sane.
tagged: richard morning wine help singing party prep feeling better martha bree
mmmm “Sane” ?!?!?!?
Now this is me just being evil I know, but I want to get there, and start shuffling the post its like a deck of cards, to see if he’d notice.