I had a pampered chef party at my house tonight which was lots of fun and I made some yummy appetizers and margaritas to go along with everything. I'm also getting ready to leave town at about 3:45 tomorrow morning for a 17 hour drive to Dallas.
Why did I plan this event the night before I'm leaving? If you are even asking that question, you don't know me very well.
In any case, I didn't make good use of my day so I was really hurrying around getting things ready. Dr J got home from work and I immediately got him to start helping me.
Very long story very short - he waited on me and my friends hand and foot all evening and cleaned up after all of us. It wasn't planned that way, we just needed the help and he stepped in. He just doesn't get bragged on enough.
As a side note, there is a group of spanish speaking (likely) illegals that live down the street that all think Dr. J is employed by the white lady (gringa) to do her lawn.
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