Confessions Of A Raving Maniac
Posted by Cindy Conner on
Years ago, when my kids were still at home, whenever we were having people over I got crazy. It didn’t matter if it was a holiday shindig or a simple dinner with friends, I believed the house and menu had to be perfect to a ridiculous degree. I ashamedly confess that to say I behaved badly is a gross under-statement. I would be a raving, ranting maniac with my family and the door-bell would ring and I would instantly transform into the very epitome of good humor and hospitality. It’s a wonder my kids have any decent childhood memories.
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Confessions Of A Raving Maniac
Posted by Cindy Conner on
Years ago, when my kids were still at home, whenever we were having people over I got crazy. It didn’t matter if it was a holiday shindig or a simple dinner with friends, I believed the house and menu had to be perfect to a ridiculous degree. I ashamedly confess that to say I behaved badly is a gross under-statement. I would be a raving, ranting maniac with my family and the door-bell would ring and I would instantly transform into the very epitome of good humor and hospitality. It’s a wonder my kids have any decent childhood memories.