One of the things about living away from family is that we don't get a lot of company. That's good and bad. I get completely out of practice.
I got a phone call the other night from my Uncle Gene wanting to come for a visit. He's in Minnesota for a few days and thought of us. What is it about company that freaks me out a little bit?? I go into panic mode, trying to figure out what to make for dinner. I have to have the whole house spotless. I want everything to be perfect. It's totally exhausting and I know this about myself, it wouldn't matter who it was. The thing is I'm sure he could totally care less. He's really nice, but it's my Uncle and for some reason I feel like I'm 10 years old again and he's going to be seeing my grown up house and tasting my food!!! What will we talk about? Will he ever want to come back? YIKES, am I stressing you out yet?:)
He came...ate my food,
played with my Chicks and had a great time. So see it's all good;)
I can be such a worry wart!
When you come over, and yes you are all invited... I promise not to spaz out too much. Visiting someone's house is like looking into their soul. It says so much. My house is such a peek into who I am. My art is all over...it's just very much me. So of course I want you to like it...like me:) Get it. Please tell me you get a little nervous too???
Have a blessed day.
