I love it when a plan comes together.
Yesterday was my potluck/BBQ my declaration of independence and the official start to the next phase of my life. There have been a of of them lately, but each one seems to presenting more opportunity than the last. (I mentioned I’m a Perpetual Pollyanna didn’t I)
Sure it rained, but 23 people braved the weather and arrived anyway. They all fit into my house with a bit of room to spare. It was awesome. Oh and they brought food. I’m eating Greek and Indian leftovers as I type.