The Toxic Housewife

I'm a little neurotic this week. I mean, more-so than I usually am.

So we had sort of an interesting week here, chicken-wise:

feeding fish Mr. C has appointed himself the Official Neighborhood Greeter.  This means that he has taken it upon himself to charge out of our home/yard any time he hears a car pull into a neighboring driveway.  Or a car start  in a neighboring driveway.  Or someone quietly tiptoe-ing across a neighboring driveway.  Yes, as soon as he hears (or thinks he hears) any of these sounds, Mr. C charges out of our yard, screaming "Hell- O ?!" at the top of his lungs in a desperate attempt to stop the neighbor before they've left the area. It's either very endearing or very annoying; I can't figure out which.  Of course, I'm not the one being charged at.

(The first time I hosted a party, I had two guests.  And now . . .) This last weekend saw us hosting yet-another potluck.  And it was Awesome.  And I'm not being immodest by saying I hosted an Awesome party; after all, it's not immodest if it's a fact.  Actually, it would now be nearly impossible for me not to host an Awesome potluck, seeing as how I've hosted quite a few over the years (due to my neurotic needs for both attention and acceptance).  Having hosted so many, I've naturally picked up a few tips on how to host an Awesome potluck.  Some of these tips I will now share with you, not only because I want to give back to the world with this selfless information-donation, but because I just like to hear myself talk.

. . . and then after I titled my last blog post , I thought of a much better one: