Guests tomorrow. So many guests. My parents will get my bed, my grandma the futon, Brandy the couch, Shea the air mattress, my sister and Nick and myself -- the floor.
So many chores to do. So many papers to grade.
So many girl scout cookies in my cupboard, waiting to be eaten, waiting to be hidden from my guests.
If you are the praying kind, pray for little V-Lo, she has slipped a disk and is in need of our good thoughts and well-wishes.