I was very stressed, dinner was ok. We were required to buss the tables and wash up... I was worried about my chicks, especially my bottom boy who I penned separately in the run for protection before I left. It was an eat ASAP, so I can wash up for 20 people, so as I can go make sure my 62 chickens are all up for the night. I don’t mind doing my share, but I don’t appreciate being treated like hired help. And am not a huge fan of “formal” dinners to start with. Yeah, I hold my fork in my right hand and knife in my left... get over it. I also bat and golf left, despite being right handed.
Hopefully this will be the last year of the “egg hunt”. Three people were short their bags of chocolate. Likely due to the dogs (everyone seems ok though! Thankfully) four outdoor dogs, two outdoor cats, and all the raccoons, birds, and rodents, I don’t know why hiding bags of food in the garden seems like a good idea...
I would’ve loved a quiet relaxing dinner with friends. That’s what I miss about the city (aside from convience), getting together with friends after work for a pint. The relaxed quiet of a good scotch and the murder* edit: *murmer! I’m not a total psycho!!! Darn you auto correct! of the late night crowd at the local pub (I worked the late shift, so aside from Friday and Saturday, things were usually pretty low key by the time we got off work).
