I Don't Have Time For You People

I can't really talk right now. Or write right now, as it were. I have now 12 people coming for dinner, and its a thousand degrees in my house, and I've been on my feet all day so my dogs are barkin', I'm on my second mini rootbeer, and I need a break. When L is done watching her show, I get a turn, and I'm going to watch me a Mad Men rerun.

I did make a pitcher of margaritas, though, and it is chillin' in the fridge, callin' my name...

So, I know what I'm cooking, I now what music I'm going to play, I know what cocktail I'm serving, but I don't actually know where people are going to eat. I can seat four at my out door table, 6 at the indoor table. Maybe I should spread blankets on the lawn and we should have a picnic? I don't really have any blankets. Do I have 12 chairs? I guess I really haven't thought this through...