The faculty of making stupid discoveries by accident. The name of my first Fantasy Football Team. Neither of which have anything to do with this blog. I just like the word. Deal with it !!!!!!
How many for dinner???
With this Sunday being Mother’s Day, I figured that I would hold my Mother’s Day dinner on Saturday night. That way, if my brother and his family who live a far distance away wanted to come they could without having to worry about hurrying back after eating. Additionally it is my sister-in-law’s birthday on Saturday, so we could celebrate everything at one time. Well, apparently my brother and his family are not coming. They have other plans.
My youngest brother and his family who live here in Brighton were also invited but I uninvited them late this week. No, we didn’t have a fight or anything like that. His daughter is coming home this weekend and surprising her mom. She is also bringing dinner with her and since she has to leave on Sunday dinner will have to be cooked on Saturday night.
With all those unable to attend my table has been reduced to…see that’s the problem. I cannot for the life of me remember who else I invited for dinner LOLOLOL. I suppose that when you live with people with memory loss problems it is bound to wear off on me sooner rather than later. Also, given my predisposition to having Alzheimer’s at some point in my life, it’s not a far stretch to think that perhaps it is starting mow. No, I know it’s not. I keep my mind far too active for it to rear it’s ugly head this soon in my life, but sometimes I have to wonder…
I do know some of who I have invited but I keep thinking I am missing someone. I did thesame thing at Easter and it wasn’t until about an hour before dinner that I remembered that I had also invited 2 other people. After a bit of scrambling to rearrange a seating arrangement we were good to go.
The good thing is that we are having lasagna, garlic bread and ceasar salad so there will be enough no matter how many people show up. So I guess it really doesn’t matter how many I invited as long as everyone who does show up has food to eat and a place to sit. I don’t know why I stress over these things.
Now, what’s for dessert…I knew I forgot something.
Happy Mother’s Day.