Me? Social?

Well, today will likely be spent running errands and tidying the house. We have a friend coming over tonight. One of Craig's old coworkers will be popping by late for beer and conversation. For some reason, having people in my home always makes me tense. Everything has to be perfect, I need to have everything my guests may need on hand.

Entirely unnecessary, especially when the person coming is a friend, yet still, there it is...

...memories of my mother yelling at my father cause Grandma was coming in an hour while blasting the stereo while she vacuumed and he quietly tried to watch the History Channel.
...memories of being at my first apartment and throwing a xmas party, I cleaned immaculately, made sure everyone got a gift, provided drinks and food for my guests, their guests and had enough left over for the following week.
...memories of getting ready for a girls night out where my closest friends pointed out how organized and overly-prepared I was.

So perhaps instead, later, I'll just take a sedative and enjoy the company. :-)