What would you say if I told you I took my husband, my mom, my dad, my children, my sibs, my sister’s boyfriend--- yep, the whole gang--- I took them to someone’s house for Thanksgiving where we had never been before?
To someone’s house who I had never met before?
To someone’s house who---
Wait for it…
To Someone's house who I met ON THE INTERNET?
I’m not crazy. Really.
Okay, maybe just a little.
But I tell myself it’s a good kinda crazy.
So here’s the deal…
Darcie and I became blogging friends right after I started my little bloggy-writing adventure a little over a year ago. She writes and blogs a lovely little unfolding story about her life. I read it habitually. She visits my blog and leaves me sweet comments that are much too kind.
Gotta love that in a friend.
So I knew her.
I knew her.
In fact I talked so familiarly about her that by the time we were almost to her house my husband had sorta forgotten I hadn’t met her in person. And I had told him, by the way.
“What? You haven’t met her? I thought you and your mom met her? We’re going to their house and you don’t even know her?!?”
“Oh, I KNOW her. I do. You’ll see, it’ll be fine.”
And it was.
Well, I better back up.
For future reference, if you do not want me, my husband, my mom, my dad, my 3 children, my 5 sibs, and my sister’s boyfriend to show up on your doorstep, planning to stay for four days, over a major US Holiday…
Don’t playfully hint that you’d like us to come.
Don’t say you are serious when we ask.
Don’t plead with us to stay with you instead of at a hotel.
Don’t plan a menu.
Don’t give us directions to your house.
If you invite us…
We may come.