Shindigity-dig

Turns out that the Scientist and I have still got it. And no, I'm not talking about THAT. THAT is none of your business. I'm talking about our ability to entertain. The big Easter shindig was at our house yesterday. Can you judge a family party by the number of husbands who have their wives drive them home while they recline in the third row of seats? With the hiccups? One man (we'll call him Border Patrol, or BP for short) went house hunting on our street with The Scientist. BPs wife would be sooooo thrilled if he found a house on our street and could spend any night he wanted in our garage (where The Scientist holds court whenever he can).

Apparently (and according to The Scientist and his cohorts), the resurrection of our Lord is best celebrated with a cold beer in hand, gathered with a whole bunch of other dudes around the bed of an old pick-up truck. At least it's not on blocks in the yard. That's about the only thing that saved the exterior of our house from looking like an episode of My Big Fat Redneck Wedding yesterday. We even had the mini bouncehouse set up with lots of shoeless children running around outside it. There was lots of racing around and shreiking and what not. That's actually why we invited people over. To use their children to run the sugar rush off of ours.

Inside, it wasn't much better. BP's wife brought muscadine wine. We determined that it definitely had the potential to take us out in two glasses or less. That is some serious stuff. Not to be toyed with. I, being the human milk bar, limited myself to one glass. It was enough. She's bringing the blueberry kind next time.

All in all, it was a good time and thanks to those of you who came and brought decadent dishes with you. WHY did I refuse to keep some of that trifle and WHERE did those rolls come from? SD, if you could post that as a comment, the trifle maker and I would really appreciate it. I would apologize for The Scientist's bad influence on your husbands and promise that it will not be happening again... but, we all know it will. In his defense, he did have the yard cleaned up and had the kids in bed by 8:30.

Today? He's useless, the lush.