When Relatives Drop In

There are two good reasons why Mark loves it when my family visits. First of all, I clean the house, and nothing seems to give Mark more of a sense of pleasure (outside of shopping) as seeing me vacuum. Secondly, Mark gets to show off his culinary skills to an audience that he knows will appreciate them. Tonight my niece from Milwaukee is coming to dinner, and Mark has been all atwitter planning and shopping for this since one second after I told him she was coming. Making dinner for guests is to Mark as directing a movie is to Martin Scorsese, and the results are usually just as spectacular. As far as I know, nobody in my family could be considered a good cook, not counting brothers in law who can grill the crap out of a piece of meat. So when one of my relatives comes to visit, Mark's aim is to knock their socks off with one of his 'food-tacular' dinners.

As for me, I am just glad to see family visit. The best part about my family is that they all drop in quickly, and disappear after a reasonable amount of time. What more could you ask for. In fact I usually spend more time cleaning up the house than they actually spend visiting. I still have more cleaning to do, the bathroom is still dirty, so I'll have to end this here. If it was a nephew visiting I could probably blow off cleaning the bathroom, but you know, a niece, a girl. I'll probably have to clean it up as well as I did for Dennis.