Please tell me I'm not the only person out there who has a strong urge to clean closets before having a party.
I mean, it's possible, isn't it, that someone will open my locked bedroom door, sneak past the unfriendly guard dog, and go rummaging in my closet for a spare, I don't know, pair of shoes to borrow, and think ill of me that my sewing projects are heaped in a pile behind that closed door?
And what is up with the need to clean a house before a party anyway? I'm going to have forty people - more than half of them under the age of 12 - passing through my house. And the weather isn't looking very pleasant for Saturday. Will anybody even be able to see the floor in that crowd? And if they did, could they really distinguish between the crushed pretzel that just happened and the crumbs from last night's dinner? And how clean will my bathroom look after the first hour?
OK. Enough blogging. I have to go sweep the garage.