It's dinner party night.
Yes, sweaty and flushed, you run around baking bread and breaking eggs before that doorbell bing-bongs, the guests ping-pong, and everyone sits down to eat up your delicious homemade meal.
Of course, you enjoy the dinner — you love it, it's great — but you don't really enjoy it. No, you're running around refilling glasses, folding napkins, scooping seconds, warming pies. You're cleaning crumbs, wiping babies, and keeping an eye on the kids table. While everyone sits...
Published on June 24, 2010 21:01