And since Dan is now the president, you know what that makes me, right? The First Lady! And like any First Lady, it means I'm in charge of all the parties and such.
As a nice gesture as the newly elected First Lady, I volunteered our house for the next meeting, which was to be a pot luck six months away.
That was six months ago. Uh oh.
Things you should know:
- I've never hosted a pot luck. I've hosted a party before, but that's easy. You know that you need to supply everything. But with a pot luck, you have no idea what people will bring. I didn't even know how many people would come! Am I supposed to supply wine? Couldn't I just get by with a cooler full of sodas?
- Everyone in our neighborhood is old. I believe all of them are old enough to be my parents and a large percentage are old enough to be my grandparents.
Anyway, as you can clearly tell, it gets under my skin. While there's not much I can do about it, the one thing I can do is plan an awesome outfit. I'm not exaggerating when I say I've been contemplating my outfit for this stupid party for weeks.