Company’s coming! Company’s coming! And you know what that means, don’t you? It means that out-of-town visitors will descend upon your home like crows, and stay for several days. Or, in some cases, several millennia.
It also means that: A.) you can no longer walk around the house in your underwear; B.) you can no longer beat the kids; and C.) you can no longer have Oreos and coffee for breakfast. You need to serve a half-way decent breakfast at least once before they leave.
There are three kinds of overnight guests: 1.) The kind that remind you a lot of Nurse Ratched and make you think about tying chum around your waist and jumping into the Great Barrier Reef; 2.) The kind that track tar in the moment they arrive, take 45-minute showers, wouldn’t know a dishwasher if they were sitting on one, and have the personality of a tumbleweed; and 3.) The kind that are so much fun to have around that, for a fleeting moment, you actually think about asking them to stay one more night (but quickly regain sanity).