House sitting

Here is some good advice if you are ever a house-sitter. Either house-sit for people stupider than you, or bring your own books. If borders wasn
t down the street, I would be reading myself to sleep with Prosser on Torts. Actually, Denise and David have a book called "George Bush's Brain," AND IT IS NOT A COMEDY!!!!!!

Even better advice- of course I am the only one who would do it and it is a little funny. So here I am house-sitting a nice house where they have all sorts of dinner parties because they have the right kind of kitchen appliances. I convince myself (they also have a lot of wine here, too) that it was only for lack of appliances that I can't cook, so decide to have people over for a dinner party on Saturday to celebrate my cancer-free-ness. The plan was to look through the cook books, find something fancy, cook it and fees people. Worst case, it sucks, we have a million restaurants up the street. So I invite a million people (well maybe 10 and that's pushing it.) Also I invite people over after work on Friday for wine. There are cats here and I am a little allergic to them, so I take a few benadryl, which I forget makes me awake instead of asleep. I do not sleep til 8 am Saturday because my friend's daughter comes over and is on that sleep all day work all night schedule. So then I sleep through the entire time of the would-be dinner party. Most people call, get no answer and do not come. But my familiy members- Peggy my sister, Mark my black son and meghan and Chris actually come!! Sorry guys. Can't even use the cancer card. How about the insanity card. Whatever happened, though, I suspect it was better than having to eat my cooking. Until I re-invent myself as someone who can cook.

So please do not buy me cooking appliances for Christmas.