Sunday night we had our first dinner guests over to the new house. Sure, we still have a bed in the dining room and our table really only seats 4 people. Did I let that hold my inner hostess back? I don't think so.
After giving our friends a tour of the house and attempting to stop the dog from slobbering all over their two adorable boys we sat down to the cramped table and started eating.
At this point my friend took a deep breath and a sigh and said, "Your house and this dinner are so perfect. It's like I'm sitting in my favorite magazine!"
Which is pretty much the nicest compliment I could get.
Especially since the moment before they entered the house I spotted a nasty dust bunny about 3 inches long and hurriedly smashed it into my pocked before they could notice...