So what would posess a person to invite old friends to their house the first full week the co-worker I am helping cover during her maternity leave, for a potluck? I mean I have to clean my house...in the middle of the week and make lasagna and all I want to do is veg? Oye...I'm always opening my big mouth. Plus, we are killing parts of the lawn out front so we can create a path from the street to the house. And I WANT people to see that?
I must be crazy. I must be. There's no other explanation for it.
Gulp...I am crazy.
