Perp-work.

A wo-mens work is never done!

You would think I was catering the Queens Jubilee, what with all the counting and washing of punch cups that will house the Panne Cotta,

the silver polishing, the mop, mop, mopping of the floors, moving the furniture, dusting and putting back all the shits-kies and laundering of the slipcovers

and did I say all the silver polishing?

Oh and don’t forget the Windex.

What started out to be an impromptu get together for a few people is now a get on your hand and knees marathon to get the house in order. Did any one say spring cleaning. I thought I did that in April. It’s amazing how mush dust will accumulate in a short amount of time.

Did I say all the sliver polishing?

I have the bar table set with an array of missed matched wine glass and a makeshift wine cooler out of the silver bowl I brought back from Thai Land. I will fill it with ice and slide in the wine bottles at the last moment.

I have the table top covered with white cloth napkins. So at about 5 minutes before the guest arrive; with the flick of my limp wrist VOILA just like a magic trick the setting is

Fab U Lous !

Did I say all the sliver polishing?

What can I say! I taught Martha everything she knows about being a patron saint of the socially inept.

The yard will have to wait for tomorrow.