Tonight we had friends over for supper. Because, you know, it matters to people that you show them you care.
Grr.
These are my friends, who have stood by me through thick and thin for a really long time now. That’s why I’m still calling them friends. Though T–T and D are roommates, and nearly always come as a package deal, much like me and Bly lately–though T complained about dinner (Greek Scampi, and it was GOOD) and then ate it, complained about dessert (Bly’s infamous Peanut Butter Pie) then ate it, complained about playing Lord of the Rings Trivial Pursuit, but wouldn’t switch to something else…
I killed no one. I’m still speaking to both of them.
But I don’t see what the hell the big deal is, having people over for dinner.