Saturday Night Special

Chrissy is flying into Chicago Thursday night and will be staying with me until Saturday evening when she has to go back into the city for work. I am excited to be having her visiting and since all of my family seems to be coming to stay with me, I can only wonder when Bill will get his ass down here.

And it seems that I am also the last one to know that Chrissy has invited our friends over Friday night for a small party. I had to find out from my mother who found out from my sister's MySpace page. I'm a little ticked off that Chrissy didn't even tell me that she was inviting everyone over to my house. I don't care if they come but I would have kind of liked to know about it from her before she started planning a party at my house. Sigh. Typical Chrissy. Since I get up earlier than I used to and I work later than I used to, would it be considered rude if I went to sleep in my bedroom while everyone else was still out in the living room? I'm clearly not the hostess of this party. I'm just being used for my house afterall. But then again, I will have a good time with these friends without question. I always have a good time with them.