Now for three days of Lakehouse Fun

Today we're going out to the house at Canyon Lake for a blow-out, no-holds-barred (what the hell does that mean?) anniversary/Andrew's birthday/Andrew's coming home/Ocho de Mayo/summer rocks before it goes to 100 degrees in the shade in Texas party. (I should say Par-tay). Many people will be coming. You're all invited. (If you're wise enough to the ways of google that you figure it out, you're welcome to come. But remember-- we do have firearms-- it's part of the party plan).*

What does this mean to you, my dear blogger fan public? Yes. Another two day absence from my witty witty ways. I know. Just give yourself a moment. You'll be okay. Maybe take a valium or something.

What does this mean for me? Well. Considering that:

we hired a band

we hired a margarita machine

we will have two (count them-- two) kegs of beer

we will feed the "tame" deer till they burst

the tame deer will probably be either vaguely disturbed by the lamb roasting on a spit (yes, the Greeks are coming) or line up with plates saying "hey-- is that Charlie? lemme have a little leg, please).

It means a wild, wild weekend. Possibly with singing and marshmallows around the campfire later.

I got up early this morning so that I could read all my favorite blogs, comment profusely in a couple of them, and then go shopping for "supplies." Un-named girl-friend is bringing condoms, so I guess I don't need to get any of those. (Whoa. That just made it sound like an entirely different type of party. No. I'm leaving it in there. But it's not actually "that kind of party." Especially since I assume the condoms are for her personal use and not mine. Well. This is just getting worse. I should really consider deleting this part. But no. Leaving it in there).

So now, I leave to put in contacts and head to the grocery store. Should I wake up surprise one-day-only houseguest Keval and make him shop with me?

And then, to give you something to think about, inspired by this post (sort of) (since blogger doesn't allow trackbacks, scroll down till you find the post called your ass is not a hovercraft).

QUERY: If you have more than one bathroom in your house, is there one particular one where you "prefer to do your business?" Or do you use either indiscriminately, whichever is closer?

Enquiring minds wanna know.

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*not really. but it has been part of previous parties. Liquor and ammo. What a way to say "I love you."