Yesterday mouse woke late (alarm clock issues) so the whole morning was a mad dash to get everything going. Later, while doing the chores Daddy sent a text (followed by a phone call), saying he invited people over to dinner! Seriously...tonight was the only thing mouse could think....
Quick look in the pantry and fridge mouse decided to make a baked Zitti type of dish. Serves a whole lot and is very filling, with a nice Cesar salad on the side and home baked bread rounded out the meal. The bread was already started, so it wasn't a huge issue. Daddy at some point, sensing panic in mouse, sent a text if there was anything extra we needed, mouse only replied WINE! LOTS OF WINE!
Really not for the food or guests...for mouse!
Didn't have time for a shower or bath before our guests arrived, so made due with a bird bath in the sink, put her hair up, redid makeup, went to the jewelry box and got out the string of pearls and put those on. Dressed in her pretty party type dress (tea length black dress, very vintage looking) and donned an apron. Donna Reed NEVER looked so good...all pretty on the outside and all slut underneath, no panties, just the garter and corset.
The last thing mouse did before our guests arrived was to insert the plug, per Daddy's wish. Immediately mouse's head was in that special space. Dashed down the stairs and completed the last of things to do.
Thank goodness mouse polished the silver yesterday! Very smart.
Everything was in place, the zitti was nearly finished and just needed to rest a little, when Daddy came home with the all important wine and flowers for mouse.
Sometimes he's just too sweet. He did laugh a little watching mouse near-panic, trying to open the wine bottle (seriously -- it's normally not a problem), then she poured it into the carafe to breath. Carefully made sure the martini's were waiting along with a few snacks. The doorbell rang just as the zitti was finished.
We all sat around exchanging pleasantries and cocktails, then enjoyed a wonderful meal.
Everything was fine, except there was nothing for dessert.
Seriously! Completely forgot about dessert. Nothing! Not even an ice cream cup. Well, there was a little dollap of peach cobbler left over from Sunday dinner. But really? How do you bring out a cobbler that's got about one scoop and say with a straight face, sure you can divide this between 5 people...
Apologies were offered, mouse had the deer in the headlight look about her...and there was no saving that moment.
No miracle to be pulled out...hell, not even a cookie.
Unless they wanted to bake them.
Next time mouse will be better prepared with a frozen pie or something...of course she'd probably forget to bake it...bleh.
Next time mouse will better plan ahead.
But the apron and pearls were a big hit...Two out of three ain't bad, right?