Friday the 13th dinner party
Planning a party
It’s Friday the 13th. Call me superstitious, but I have already had a bust up at work, a tough client meeting and slipped on my trendy winklepickers and grazed my knee.
But I am afraid. Very afraid.
Will I forget the long-stemmed lilies at work?
Will I be exposed as a lying fake with a bleeding knee as I burn the food while trying to reheat it in the oven?
Will I get drunk before dinner’s served again this time as a result of an antihistamine overdose and not excessive alcohol consumption?
This domestic goddess thing is way too stressful on a day like this. Wish me luck. Gulp!
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