I was drinking an Angry Orchard, but I'm still full from our Friendsgiving, and it was giving me wicked heartburn, so I decided to have some more fruit salad.
I was expecting to have 8-10 people for dinner tonight, but DH kept inviting people, SS#2 invited his roommate, and my son, who just started driving trucks (and who I haven't seen for almost a year) is in town, and I ended up having 19 people for dinner. Luckily, my tendency to go overboard whenever we have people over ensured that I had enough food for everyone. I did run out of regular plates, though, so DH and I ended up eating off of kids plates. Also, I've run a load through the dishwasher, but it still looks like a war took place in my kitchen. DH usually helps clean up after this kind of stuff, but he was drunk before dinner was even served, and he's in bed, dead to the world.