ink_n_imp | (no subject)

Two nights of sleeping on the floor between the dining room and the front hallway (I don't even get a ROOM, just a space close by the front door!...well, at least if robbers or the undead try to break in through the front door, I'll be the first defense of the McCarthy house...or the first to get shot/have brain eaten) has put the last nail in the coffin of what little 'Good Hostess' inclinations I have. I have baracaded myself in the dining room for now and have deserted my parents, aunt and uncle on the front lines of entertaining guests. I hope to get some writing done in the meanwhile, and there are enough cakes and pies on the dining room table to sustain the troops until the pizzas for dinner are ready. Alas, I will be forced to make recon missions into the kitchen, as my Aunt is making margaritas. On that note, Barcadi has prefected a mix for the lazy man's mojito.

Good God. I just realized...there's Amaretto, Bailey's and wine in the dining room...the BARACADE HOLDS MY BROTHERS!!