I think it was Tuesday this week when Mr. J's good friend was over at our house helping him move something heavy. I said to Friend, "What are you and Mrs. Friend up to this holiday weekend? Mr. J and I have been saying we'd love to have y'all come over for dinner." Friend agreed that would be nice, promised to consult with Mrs. Friend, and we all went on our way.
Mr. J informed me just about an hour ago that the Friends would be coming to dinner tonight. Now, Mr. J and Friend are terribly close, but I hardly know Mrs. Friend (she's fairly new). And usually if people are coming to my house for dinner, I like to know about it in time to clean the house up a bit - let alone the grocery shopping.
I'm pretty sure there's a Loretty song about this. Mr. J would be well-served by spending some time listening to the wisdom of Loretta Lynn. "Don't come home a drinking with loving on your mind" is another classic that offers him words to live by. If she'd only written something about putting dirty laundry in the hamper and dishes in the dishwasher, I could outsource all my nagging to a Greatest Hits compilation.
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