Phew. We survived our first weekend with friends over. I was much more nervous for friends to stay with us than for our parents. Parents are different. They often look past the strange quirks and negatives because their eyes are on the big prize—grandkids. I know that my mother-in-law would have loved any house we chose as long as it had a second bedroom for her “grandbaby!!” Anyway, we had four friends stay over this weekend, so that means a few different house tours. After a while, they all started to sound the same.
1st stop: Kitchen. Me: “Yes, it’s small, but it works. Yes, we hate the tile countertop. No, we don’t have a real table.”
2nd stop: Living Room. Guest: “Where’s your TV?” Matt: “This is our ‘conversation’ room.
3rd stop: Our Bedroom. Me: “Please ignore the bed. We didn’t order our bedding yet.” (said while rushing over to flip Matt’s bloody nose pillow over)
4th stop: Bathroom. Me: “Check out the mismatched tile!”
5th stop: 2nd floor, Office. Guest: “Brr.”
Final stop: Basement. Guest: “Nice loveseat.”
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I actually did since I got to sleep on a bed. I can't say the same for our friends. Amy was on the freezing leather couch, and city trucks woke her up with beeping at 6 (tax dollars at work). Eric and Stephanie got the lovely old air mattress.
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