Coffee with the Girlfriends

Tomorrow morning two good girlfriends will show up around 10 am for coffee and talk. What could be better?

I gave in and went to the store for some pre-made goodies, put a bottle of cheap champagne and some not-from-concentrate o.j. (hey, cheap champagne is one thing - crappy o.j. is a whole 'nother thing!) right next to it, and all I'll have to do is crush some ice and put on a pot o'joe. What, you've never had mimosas and coffee??

The fact that my house isn't spotless, and I'm still here writing on my blog instead of cleaning, must be a testament to something. Maybe I just care less about having a spotless home. Maybe I'm tired. Maybe, in the long run, I've come to realize that when I visit my friends, I don't really notice if the carpet is freshly vacuumed, or if the picture frames have a spotless sparkle.

I notice how happy we all are to be together, talking, laughing, and sharing our lives.

Yep. I think that's it.