Hello, do I know you?

On Saturday, MJ hosted knitting at her beautiful house. The familoy dog, Shadow, was working security and had to verify everyone's identity.
We're old friends, but you never know, I could have been an imposter. I'm just glad Shadow isn't doing ID checks at the airport.

If I had the wits God gave a gopher I would have gotten photos of the gorgeous table MJ set - peach placemats and white china on the glistening cherry table - and the awesome treats she put out. She made a fruit tort with a chocolate filling that is so good that in the past, two women who hated her asked for the recipe. It had creamcheese or I would have completely blown my diet and throws myself upon it in an heroic effort to save the rest of the guests. Being lactose intolerant does preclude a fair ammount of that type of heroism. But there was also fruit salad with oranges, melon, and coconut. And finger sandwiches with the crusts cut off, and my reliable old friends, fresh veggies (with a demonic tarragon mayonaise to tempt me.) We laughed ourselves silly and ate to satiation and showed off our current knitting projects and just enjoyed ourselves vastly. There was a bouquet of peach roses that perfectly matched the peach placemats, but were too tall for the table, so we put them off to the side in the reading nook. MJ has such a knack for decorating!

ME: Knock, knock.
You: Who's there?
Me: Obsessive micro-manager. Now you say, "Obsessive micro manager who?"