We’ve got them.
It’s actually worked out fine, especially because we thought they were bringing two kids with them, but they came alone (and they are taking us out to dinner tomorrow night…woohoo!)
Anyway, they are friends of my parents, although closer in age to us. What the husband and i have discovered about the community in Milwaukee – where my mom and this couple live – is that everyone is super super nice, but there’s just something slightly “off” with all of them.
for example, Eric, the guy who is staying with us, has told me – not once – but twice – how nice my house smells. he even asked how he could somehow bottle it and take it home with him. um…okay? how does one even answer that?
I also tend to stress when people are staying with me. Last night at 3 am i started panicking, “Did i give them towels? did i remember to give them a blanket (it’s cold in the basement…lucky bastards….) do they know where to find glasses if they are thirsty?” I literally freaked out. I woke the husband up to ask him. he thought i was out of my mind, which i clearly was, since it was all good. yes, of course i gave them towels and blankets…