I love planning, organizing, cooking and setting up for a party. I have said it before, that I think I missed my calling: I should have been a party planner.
Growing up in a large family where my mother, Aunts and cousins were ring leaders when it came to planning, organizing, cooking and setting up for parties, were weddings, baptisms and showers, were a weekly event: party planning is in my blood.
Last night we had a gathering of friends to welcome Chelsea's Home-coming and BonVoyage to China.
Yesterday I went to the grocery store. Because unlike my mother I rarely plan things, more-so, I love to work under pressure. Why go to the grocery store in advance, when you can wait to the last minute before thirty people arrive at your home for dinner?
Pressure means fun for me.
Except, when you think your worker bee is going to be there to help you, and instead you find him cleaning the fireplace (that doesn't need cleaning) and making shrimp soup out of shrimp heads that isn't even on the menu.
Alittle pressure gives me a rush, alot of pressure makes me swallow bad words, and want to make soup out someone's beetle (beetle is a family word for one's head).
Do you like working under pressure?
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