Songbird is only a few hours away.
When she first contacted me about a visit I warned her that the gist of me she may have gotten from my blog is pretty close to reality. I am not good around the house and would not exactly be Martha Stewart's first choice for Hostess of the Year.... or even her 1500th... okay millionth. However, since I warned her that there would be no 'girly' things here like homemade ginger iced tea or crepes this is what I have done:
Pedicure (I would have done this with her but I only had childcare available this morning and I did NOT want to be known as the revgalblogpal with the nasty feet)
Made the bed, laid out towels
Baked a cake (sh, don't tell her; it's a surprise)
Cleaned up toys and vaaccuummeed (I never know which letters are doubled in that word so I just double them all)
Cleaned the bathrooms
Cleaned the kitchen (twice)
Chilled the wine
The only thing keeping me from totally having my tomboy card revoked is that I
a) used the above phrase, albeit abbreviated so as not to offend.
b) have a softball game and WILL NOT EVEN BE HERE WHEN SHE ARRIVES!
You heard that right... I AM the worst hostess this side of the Pacific. "Hey, thanks for driving 9 hours to see me specifically... but I gotta go." My sister and my Mom and my son and my dog will all be here to greet her and I am leaving them with the previously mentioned appetizers, cake and wine so I think they will be just fine, but still.
No Martha Stewart award for me.